I wonder what she does
on her days off
I wonder what she looks like
with her clothes off
I wonder if I could date her
Does she even know my name
or will she call me mister
I wonder how nice she'll react
When I tell her this
What is it I lack
I wonder why she dissed
I wonder why I talked
When I look like this
Now I know why she walked
It's because I look like this.
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