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Comments about Erica Taylor
He's so damn cute the way he smiles.
He flips his blonde hair, drives me wild.
He's so sweet, says I'm beautiful.
Me and him, it's so suitable.
Dear God I pray to have him.
Why does the other girl win?
'Cause all my friends say I'm much better than her.
I thought he liked me, I thought for sure.
So what's wrong with me?
Why doesn't he see?
How great we would be,
We'd fit together just like a puzzle piece.