Let Her Go
In the front of the bus
that’s where she sits
Quiet and lonely, I have to admit
Her lips look tasty and her body is fine
Oh what I would give, to make her mine.
I sit in the back and admire from afar
because I’m a coward who can't get very far.
There’s this guy named Matt whose tall and quick
he’ll take your girl with just one click
Obnoxious and rude he’s a total shrewd
He sat next to her and then get this!
He held her hand and gave her a kiss!
I just don’t get how a guy like Matt
can take my girl just like that
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