differenthair as black as night you give off a great fright your eyes as green as a storm the girls always swarm but still you single me out you never have a doubt i sit alone you ask for my phone you ask for my number you make me feel dumber you ask me about Friday i say sure that is my day i want to scream and shout while the other girls pout
© aniya keosongseng
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