I want to be the reason you wake up in the morning 
Love falls like tears from the corner 
Of my eyes
You know the vibes 
Spontaneous arrangements running through my cranium 
Candle lit, with the bic flick 
Big drip spits in your lips
Good scent clinched within your hips 
You really gotta chill
Or have my children 
John Smith meets Pocahontas, thanks for giving in
Finally
I have a reason to be everything I’m meant to be 
Like lights on a Christmas tree
Big boxes bigger than coffins 
I’ll never leave you home alone
Macaulay Culkin