S i found a song generator and I created this Our U. gly Eyes Love
By GO D. IE
A Love Song For J. erk
Our U. g.ly Eyes Love

This one's for you Lady Head!

My love for you is like the most u. gly eyes,
Your face reminds me of f. at blobfish,
Together, we are like ur mom and mom.

Oh darling J. e.rk,
My u. gly eyes,
My f. at octopus,
The perfect companion to my ur mom soul.

Green been are red,
Hearts are blue,
I like Get no. ob. ed loser,
But not as much as I love fri. cki. ng with you!

Oh darling J. e.rk,
Your f. at are like lo. s.er leg on a wink day,
You're like the most sm. e.lly trash collector to ever walk In a pile of p. u.ke.

Your fat blobfish face,
Your mom soul,
Your lo. s.er f. at,
Your smelly trash colecter being...

How could I look at another when our u. g.ly eyes love is so strong?

I love you Lady Head!

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