She said...
"don't let it go to your head, boys like you are a dime a
dozen.
(You hear that....a dime a dozen.)
You're a touch over rated.
You're a lush.
.....And I hate it.
and these grass stains on my knees.....
..they don't mean a thing."
All I need to know is that I'm something that you're missing.
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