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Jul 2013
He's good looking.
And he know it.
Hear women speaking concerning it.

Could get her and her and her friend too.
Even when he's not trying too.
Obviously, he knows he's good looking too.

Everybody's chasing him.
And he doesn't have to do a thing.
Except be himself.
While the others play the chase game.

He could keep a black book.
The way the ladies do.
Except, he relies upon his memories.
Which hadn't left him yet.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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