Drooling

My eyes turn baby when I think of you,
They start drooling, painting my heart blue.
It stains my soul, leaves the rest apart,
So I saved the rest—except my heart...
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Drooling

My eyes turn baby when I think of you, They start drooling, painting my heart blue. It stains my soul, leaves the rest apart, So I saved the...