Men,
like the fingers on my left hand
I had five of them
spare the five on my right
it would be the same
Him,
like the thumb, he's quite far from the others
I look up to him
because his music gives him wings
I thought he was the one
and him,
like the forefinger, he always points ahead
I look forward to him
because his skills rob him away
I thought he was the one
another him,
like the middlefinger, he stands out
I am always looked upon
because his intellect makes me dumb
I thought he was the one
still another him,
like the ring finger, he is chained with diamonds
I always look out though
because he may be fancy inside
I thought he was the one
one more him,
like the small finger, he has nothing to brag
but I always look to him
because his eyes speak of difference
and I thought he was the one
but it's always been the same
I thought each of them was the one,
the one that crossed my knuckles like a ring
seeking the perfect finger
ganda tlga!
thanks
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