It’s About Time We Met
I Was Waiting For You
Is That To Formal?
Don’t Know You From A Can Of Paint
Yet Meeting You Seems Normal
My Names Chevy Or Papa
I Write Poetry
It’s Like A Painter Whose Also A Sculptor
I’m Never In A Hurry
You Got Beautiful Eyes
Was Just Thinking About How Our Lives Would Begin
Saw You Standing With Ya Friends
Can I Steal You Away?
You Caught My Eye
I’d Be A Fool If I Never Said Hi
You Look Devine Baby
Smell Even Better
I’m A Cancer So Talking To You Is My Pleasure
My Fault If You Was Busy
I’ve Let Opportunities Go Before
This One I Couldn’t Let Pass Really
Why You Smiling Like That?
I Noticed The Way You Moved Ya Hair Out The Way
Is That To Get A Better View?
Them Eyes Haven’t Taken A Break From Me
I Barely Know You
Sorry If Im Not What Your Used To
Opposites Attract
But Saying Goodbye To You Would Be The Only Time I’d Want Back
This Short Time Of Speaking With You I Feel At Peace
You’re Gorgeous Baby
Next Time
If I See You Again I Hope We Could Continue This
Only Know How To Be Myself
Hope That’s Enough For Us To Fulfill
I’ll Let You Go Now
But You Grabbing My Shirt With So Much Thrill
Don’t Go Just Yet?
Let’s Go For A Walk
Can I Ask You Your Name?
I’m Here To Be Ya Summer To Save You From The Rain
“Be My Summer” Like Snoh Aalegra Said
© PapaChev