All her
It's not everyday to find sugar on rice
Not even the ones with red beans
It's more like fire on ice
You know bittersweet
Can't really tell if she's engaged
Or cynical
She's too independent
And I know she's afraid to open up
What?
Oh no I'm not interfering
Hey...
Well..um
Hey Mom
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