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Another city Another state. Wherever she goes It's always the same. People think that she's really cute But they feel sorry for her, All on her own, And so they try to fix her up. They think they're doing her a favour But they're not. So here she is again. How many more times Does she have to endure this? From the moment she saw this one She knew they wouldn't hit it off. It's no use pretending If the chemistry isn't there What's she supposed to do? But that won't stop The tongues from wagging... "What is her problem? Is she playing hard to get? Is she fussy? Or could she be..." No. It's none of those things. And one day People will finally understand Why she wasn't interested In any of them They just weren't her type.
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
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Another city Another state. Wherever she goes It's always the same. People think that she's really cute But they feel sorry for her, All on her own, And so they try to fix her up. They think they're doing her a favour But they're not. So here she is again. How many more times Does she have to endure this? From the moment she saw this one She knew they wouldn't hit it off. It's no use pretending If the chemistry isn't there What's she supposed to do? But that won't stop The tongues from wagging... "What is her problem? Is she playing hard to get? Is she fussy? Or could she be..." No. It's none of those things. And one day People will finally understand Why she wasn't interested In any of them They just weren't her type.
She was called Ringerl. They thought she was an olingo. But she wasn't. ...And that's why they couldn't get her to mate with the others. http://grist.org/list/super-cute-olinguito-lived-in-american-zoos-for-years-without-anyone-realizing-it-was-a-separate-species/
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Aug 15, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
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