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SECOND TO NONE

IN A PLANET OF DIVERSE PERSONALITIES
THERE EXISTS ONE WITH DISTINCT DISPOSITION
STRUCTURED UNIQUELY TO SUIT A VITAL PURPOSE
HE'S OPERATIONS ARE SECOND TO NONE

A SOUL FULL OF INSIGHT
HOUSED IN AN ADMIRABLE SKIN
WITH BONES FINELY STRUCTURED
TO GIVE AN IRRESISTIBLE BODY

THE EARTH RECOGNISES YOUR PRESENCE
COS YOUR LIFE IS PACKAGED BEYOND MEDIOCRITY
IN DEXTERITY YOU WALK IN PURPOSE
ACQUIRING KNOWLEDGE IN HUMILITY

WHAT DO MEN THINK?
WHEN THEY SPEAK OF THE WORD "MASCULINITY"
SOME MAY CARE TO ATTEST
THAT THE STRENGHT OF MASCULINITY
IS IN THE GRACE TO ACHIEVE AND STAY FOCUSED

WHEN I STARE IN SPACE
THINKING ABOUT THE LOVE WE SHARE
I REALIZE THAT THE WISDOM WITHIN YOU
HAS ROBBED OFF INTENSELY ON ME

EVERY SECOND SPENT WITH YOU
IS A TRIP TO ISLAND PULCHER
THE PLACE WHERE MY DREAMS ARE REFINED
AND MY ZEST FOR FULFILMENT
SHOOTS BEYOND THE ROCKETS OF THE RUSSIANS

I KNOW BEYOND DOUBT
THAT WHEN YOU LAUNCH OUT
IN LIFE, NOW AND THROUGH OUT
YOU SURE WILL STAND OUT

YOU ARE INSPIRATION PERSONIFIED
THE MASCULINE EXPRESSION OF MY FEMINITY
THE STRENGHT OF SEVERAL NATIONS
WE KEEP OUR HOPE IN YOU
COS GREATNESS IS SYNONYMOUS WITH YOU

I RESPECT YOUR PAST
I STANDBY IN YOUR PRESENT
AND I HAIL YOUR FUTURE
YOU RULE IN MY WORLD

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