Priceless

Oh, what a feeling

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Your grace,
Your face,
Your trace,
You have me strung like a shoelace
on a field of hay,
on the land of Allah and Yahweh

Oh what joy,
tastier than a Chips Ahoy

I never want to stop,
never want this feeling to drop,
wanna bop and hop

When I’m with you, boo

whether it’s on a hill
or next to a mill

You’re a priceless thrill,
more bewitching than a liberated daffodil