You're so smart and pretty
that of you I want more
so much so its a petty
If could, I'd have four
So why of you not make some clones?
they'd be just like you down to the
bones
with your same voice, hair and nose
And God knows you have the clothes
Now, you may think me quite mad
nothing more than a very crazy lad,
but of you I'm just a fan
trust me, I'm your man
Think of all they'll accomplish
The many books you'd publish
And so I plea for your compliance
if not for me, do it for science!
(What I write: Think of all they could accomplish... What I think: Girlfriends, today we take the Capital, tomorrow the world.)
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