Nana. (By: Chris Hathaway)

Nana, you are my soul.
My heart, My diamond, My gold.
You make it so I can be mean and get away with it.
Nobody does with love like what you do with it.
Nana, you are my everything.
My queen, My being, My reason to sing.
You make it so I can be mean and get away with it.
Nobody does with love like what you do with it.
Nana, you’re so warm like the sun at its highest peak on my cheek.
There are no words I could speak to explain what I think about you.
In hopes that you understand, this song’s for you.
I love you, Nana. This one’s for you.

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