Da perfect Gal There is no such thing we want a bit of dis, and a bit of dat we cant have it all from my eyes, there is only 1 perfect gal she always seems to know da way i think the way we talk, seems like we would never stop shes has those eyes, the ones that are only 4 me there are so many things about me that i dont know yet she allready sems 2 know Her touch, there is no way of explaining it she doesnt have to say a word, her touch says it all no words are required 4 dis conversation our lips will meet and a new conversation will start they way she smiles, brightens up da day i forget da problems i have, and look at the answers i have found the things we do doesnt reall matter as logs as we are together, thats all that matters i hope it lasts 4 eva i know it never will the end will come when my eyes open and i realise i was dreaming