Eight! Eight!
Isn’t it great!
Do you remember our first date?
You say I asked for a kiss,
But I remember it went like this:
We arrived at your gate
The hour was half past eight
I said, “I really need to go”
You said, “Do you always move this slow?”
You grabbed me around the neck
And you gave me the first peck.
I just stood there, mouth agape
And now the years have been eight!
Eight! Eight!
Isn’t it great!
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