Jan 2015
Her eyes are odd colored
Her hair is a mess
I'd like to pretend,
But I know what comes next
She's selfish and loves it
She thinks it's the best
Still I love her
much more then the rest
Her hair is a mess
I'd like to pretend,
But I know what comes next
She's selfish and loves it
She thinks it's the best
Still I love her
much more then the rest
If you see her let her know
(bkly)
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