This girl is nice..
She doesn't do no dice..
She does what she know..
She's a girl, not to get through.
I was once with her..
With a relationship that lasted forever..
In my mind that was..
I don't know why that was because.
Afterwards, she dropped me..
But she didn't choose to stop me..
She helped me carry on..
As a friend, hold my hand along.
She kept me up when I thought I was done..
She made me realize, what was fun..
She made me pure, she made me run..
She teached me my life, she had it strung.
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