Some Kind of Cinderella...

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He says Beautiful instead of pretty,
He loves my laugh,
He looks into my eyes not at my chest or butt,
And he loves me just the way I am.

He never hits on other girls,
He says he only has eyes for me,
He thinks everyone needs to like me,
And he thinks I’m perfect, nothing less.

He believes me when I say nothing happened,
He’s there when nothings right,
He holds me when I cry,
And he makes everything alright.

He calls me some kind of Cinderella,
He makes me fall every time,
He kisses me on the forehead,
He’s my some kind of Prince charming.





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