she said-
don't, don't let it go to your head. boys like you are a dime a dozen, boys like you are a dime a dozen.
she said-
you're a touch overrated, you're a lush and i hate it, but these grass stains on my knees they won't mean a thing.
and all I need to know, is that i'm something you'll be missing. maybe i should hate you for this, never
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