My man with wise eyes
Tells me no lies
He is faithful and true
Even when life paints blue.
My man with wise eyes
Holds me when my soul cries
He is my strong hold
Who allows me to live bold.
My man with wise eyes
Loves his sweet potato fries
He is charming and funny
I love it when he calls me “Honey.”
My man with wise eyes.
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