When I got home tonight, there she was cooking.
Me : "Hello you, you, you."
Her: "Hello me, me, me."
Me : "I love you, you, you."
Me : "I do, do, do."
What's the point of being in love if you can't be happy and silly sometimes?
Maybe there's a tip in there for worshippers too?
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