Dear To Me
Steve you see is dear to me
I think of how it should be.
Without him I am incomplete,
without him I admit defeat.
Steve you see is dear to me,
it's hard for me to let him free.
I hope that that will never be,
cause Steve you see is dear to me.
By Heather D. Roe
I think of how it should be.
Without him I am incomplete,
without him I admit defeat.
Steve you see is dear to me,
it's hard for me to let him free.
I hope that that will never be,
cause Steve you see is dear to me.
By Heather D. Roe
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