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Feb 2021
You always call me buttercup and never by my name
And that your end goal is to have my heart even though I’m convinced it’s just a game
But if you call me buttercup I don’t think I can hold back any longer
Because you see, dear handsome, just like the name you call I want to be your pretty flower
Written by
Blondie  18/F/U.S.
(18/F/U.S.)   
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