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For Your Hands, For a Glance (In Progress)
Mischievous, mistaken, Ms. Me, missed out
on the boy with the most beautiful hands--
Leave from my mind and come to my door,
I don't recognize this place anymore and these
eyes feel lonely without another's to search for.
We can dance in my backyard and you can
wear your favorite hat, and I will keep with the
beat and the time. We could go on that walk and
have a long talk about nothing or your dreams or mine.
