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[angelophile]

I don't care what the weatherman says, 
When the weatherman says it's raining,
You'll never hear me complaining,
I'm certain the sun will shine,
I don't care how the weather vane points, 
When the weather vane points to gloomy,
It's gotta be sunny to me,
When your eyes look into mine;


Sugar plum I just haven't a chance,
When you look 'round and show those eyes'es,
You sure hand out great surprises,
One melting look and I'm done.
Somehow they lead me and do they lead
Down the road to complete disaster?
Each new day I'm fallin' faster;
You're the rock I perish on.