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DIGGING TO THE CENTER OF THE WORLD WITH A KID'S TOY SHOVEL

I don't write you love letter
'Cause you never believe
A word I say,
You tell me it's madlibs
I just replaced the name.
But I'm not some sort of player
And If I was
You're the only game
That I'd want to win.

Just wish you would believe me
Like a feeling in your gut;
I ain't a TV preacher
Trying to steal your funds,
I'm just a man of my word
And now the word is love.

Maybe I'm wasting my time
Trying to convince
Such a cynical girl;
Plenty of fish in the sea
But I'm trying to catch me a pearl.
But breaking through your oyster shell
Is like trying to dig
To the center of the world
With a kid's toy shovel.

Just wish you would believe me
Like a feeling in your gut;
I ain't a TV preacher
Trying to steal your funds,
I'm just a man of my word
And now the word is love.

But I shouldn't have to say a word
For you to know how I feel;
I always digest your presence
Like it's my last meal.
But I hunger for so much more
Right now I'm starving half to death;
I want a candlelight dinner
Don't want to just be breaking bread.
#2
nice work, i almost expected more when i got to the end though... i would say the only thing this needs is a stronger ending.