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Apr 2016
He had a beard and tattoos
Once I called him my boo
He said "Who the hell are you?"
I said "I don't have a clue"
He sleeps till noon
and sometimes he's rude
But I love him
Yeah I love him

He looked like Ru
Like most people do
But I didn't care
Coz he had wavy hair
He served me a drink
It was orange and pink
Then he gave me a wink
I could barely think

This guy,
I'm addicted
He's arms are filled with the
Strangest pictures
Where are the people I came with?
It's okay,
I'm not a party girl anyway.
So at his bar I'll stay

He offered me a smoke
And a line of coke
Said I was uptight
I thought it was a joke

About last night
Tell you about last night
Tell you about last night
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I imagine singing this song in a pub somewhere on open mic night...after I learn guitar and give it a sufficient ending :)
Rochelle Thomas
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Rochelle Thomas  21/F/Cape Town
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