And me, I am your soft and smooth pillow
A cradling pillow, a dancing pillow
You are the wind on the terraces
and the colors of dogs and peacocks
Me, your wingman
pushing you on and pulling you back
We make a good pair
cos' we both need each other
You are the perfect blend of vodka
I like vodka
You are the eyes of laughter
and of joy and innocence
You are the laughter
within my eyes
my joy, my pillow
the shoulder I rest on
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