Playground Love

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul.
You’re my Playground Love.

Yet my hands are shaking.
I feel my body [remain tense?], no matter, I’m on fire.
On the playground, love.

You’re the piece of gold the flushes all my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You’re my Playground Love.

Anytime, anyway,
You’re my Playground Love.

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