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Except he thinks I'm Crazy Weird Creepy But he laughs at my jokes And tells me when he wants me closer So he likes my crazy, weird creepiness And I like his accent, his intellect, his hair, his good
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
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Except he thinks I'm Crazy Weird Creepy But he laughs at my jokes And tells me when he wants me closer So he likes my crazy, weird creepiness And I like his accent, his intellect, his hair, his good
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
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