I thought it was a strange question
But I felt it was quite a mission
To know "What's your favorite number?"
For curiosity sake, I'm not fake, I just wonder...
I said, "Is it one?
As in number one
The number of a glorious winner, a topnotcher, record-breaker,
There is all the triumph, recognition and fame."
Or is it two?
You know, you, me, a companion
Hanging around now and then
Together, the laughs never seems to end.
Snap! Ahah! Maybe its seven!
How can I forget your birthdate?!
A wonderful purpose, that's a start
A wonderful journey together with your heart.
Nah...I think it's sixteen
That sunny sweet number in every girls shiny dream
The alarming charm begins to bloom
Moments when everyone notices you.
Blag! your hand spank the table in front
"Won't you stop it?" you said.
The number is twenty-one."
Why? Cause it's a special number for U.
Now I think it's not really strange
I've fulfilled my misson...
That knowing twenty-one,
Was knowing you.
©azalea
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