Dear Natasha.
Your smile becomes my sweet dream,
Then your teeth brighter than the glistening star,
With infinite Butterflies on my stomach,
Hearing your voice slaps harder than a ringtone,
And I played way too much chess not to recognize the queen ,queen that you are my ray of sunshine.
Then your teeth brighter than the glistening star,
With infinite Butterflies on my stomach,
Hearing your voice slaps harder than a ringtone,
And I played way too much chess not to recognize the queen ,queen that you are my ray of sunshine.