I have blue eyes,
Blond hair,
But you can't help but stare,
Hair covers my eyes,
The way so you can't see,
Through my lies,
Dressing like a prep,
Personality way off,
Cause i don't believe in that 'smack',
Wild and enchanting,
Spirits racing,
I think i just stopped breathing!
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