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My Paradisiac     

I think Im paranoid
You give me the paras;
The heebee-geebees.
I want my paradise
My paradisiac -
You make me paralytic,
As well as paralexic
And paraparetic
Youre my Paris angel.
But this aint no parable,
Its just were parallel
Parked together.
Id commit parasuicide
To be by your side.
I admit it Im parasitic.
And when were past sixty
And down with paraplegia,
Well survive with paramnesia.