Little boxes with a pink bow
A hand gun for Christmas
He watery eyes hazel and tried
I look for that good vibe
She says, "Your different
Yeah, I guess I'm a little boring
Leaving the scene
Leaving the false excitement
More and more the observer
More and more done with it
She tells me of her dreams
Her big eyes all lit
I am visibly not interested
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