She say her heart is torn
Or is it broken
Am here to mend it
But still I’ll make her bend it
We make it
Happen like it never did
I’ll make his memories
Seem old and gone
Give her that touch
That she’ll let go
All she called gold
I, yes me, Poppa
Will be what she dreams of
Maybe what she dreamt for
The mention of my name will get her to Mars & back
Get her girlfriends envy this love
Beg to have
Even if its just a 3sum
But
No shall be my answer to all
So they may know
I’m here for non but her
Here to mend
Though not a doctor
Nor a surgeon
But when it comes to matters of heart
I got super powers call me superman
Coz to her I’ll be that hero
Who made things right
When she thought she were lost as nemo
And when that broken heart is fully healed
Those eyes again twinkling
That smile killing
Tis when i
Just like good things come to an end
Shall bid her bye bye
Kiss her on tha forehead
And just like superman
I fly away
Leaving her with nuthin but happy thoughts
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