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She has a pretty face, maybe i wish,

that we could hold, not kiss,

cause when i have her i'm happy,

not this routine crappy,

hides poison behind her eyes,

with a very addictive side,

cuts them off when they seem weak,

i've thought of you for many weeks,

she has a pretty smile, might be i wish

i could introduce her as my miss,

i guess you're the only one, strange thing is

you believe that nobody else changes,

up to my knees in our memories, drown me,

or rescue me and come back around me,

i guess you're the only one, and i'm the common,

at least that naive thought isn't something we have in common.