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Mr. Sensitive I’m so sensitive to her needs. I’m so sensitive, I can’t believe, That she is really going out with me, When I am such a dweeb. She is so beautiful and sensitive. She is so sensitive and sweet to me. She is so wonderful, I can’t believe, That she is such a dweeb. She’s a dweeb, yeah, but she is all mine. She’s a dweeb in need and you know she’s right. She’s a complete dweeb and she’s out of her mind; This lovely dweeb is this nerd’s sunshine. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
Mr. Sensitive
Mr. Sensitive I’m so sensitive to her needs. I’m so sensitive, I can’t believe, That she is really going out with me, When I am such a dweeb. She is so beautiful and sensitive. She is so sensitive and sweet to me. She is so wonderful, I can’t believe, That she is such a dweeb. She’s a dweeb, yeah, but she is all mine. She’s a dweeb in need and you know she’s right. She’s a complete dweeb and she’s out of her mind; This lovely dweeb is this nerd’s sunshine. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
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