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Jun 2010
i would really like to think that i dont give a ****
but i know i give a ****
and my pots fresh outta luck
so what am i to do,
when the waters so blue
and i'm stuck to you like glue?
and i mean maybe its a sign
your eyes are the same as mine
and when we kiss theyre aligned

but **** i move quick
and we kind of just clicked
is this all some type of new trick?
messin' me up, im stuttering
around you, my stomachs fluttering
'cause of the sweet words youre uttering
but now im tired
and my mind is wired
so now i bid, adue.
not my normal style, but it works i guess.
Victoria Christie
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