You are the paint spattered all over my wall
The text that rolls past my teleprompter
The central character in my movie
That never-missing seasoning in my dishes
You are right in thinking you need time
That we should be well-acquainted
The way of ATM card and PIN
The one requiring the other to function
You are, explorer meeting natives, faced with
The stranger who desires to leave that realm
That unknown that wishes to be known
The x-factor poised to be the voice
You are overthinking things dear Missy
The arrows of Cupid know no norms
The struck gladiator will fight all
That, Missy, ends if you let me be your man
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