Woman

- IPG Teknik, Kuala Lumpur [dreamy]. 13/09/2012 
So, they ask me how would my bride look like. Hahaha. As I'm quite an outspoken guy, let me share with you about it here. Scroll down.
You’ve got the best of both worldsYou’re the kind of girl who can take down a manAnd lift him back up again

You are strong but you’re needy, humble but you’re greedyBased on your body language and shorty cursive I’ve been readingYou’re style is quite selective but your mind is rather recklessWell, I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this isIt’s like picking up trash in dresses

 Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
And kind of turn themselves into knivesAnd don’t mind my nerve you can call it fiction'Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your adviceYour comebacks they’re quick and probablyHave to do with your insecuritiesThere’s no shame in being crazy depending on how you take theseWords they're paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging

And it’s a beautiful mess, yes, it isIt’s like we're picking up trash in dresses

Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you sayKind of turn themselves into bladesAnd the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heardBut it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt'Cause here, here we are, here we are

Here we are, here we areHere we are, here we areHere we are, here we areHere we are, we're still here

And what a beautiful mess this isIt’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

And through timeless words and priceless picturesWe’ll fly like birds not of this earthAnd tides they turn and hearts disfigureBut that’s no concern when we’re wounded togetherAnd we tore our dresses and stained our shirtsBut it's nice today, oh, the wait was so worth it

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