I would give you my hours,
U'd give me orange flowers.
I though u were cute,
'Til you gave me that fruit.
"Orange" was your greeting,
That you would say it at our meetings.
And you smelt like citrus,
Which made me fearless... (Fail rhyme)
*awkwardly tries to bow, but falls over face*
U'd give me orange flowers.
I though u were cute,
'Til you gave me that fruit.
"Orange" was your greeting,
That you would say it at our meetings.
And you smelt like citrus,
Which made me fearless... (Fail rhyme)
*awkwardly tries to bow, but falls over face*