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There's just something about HIM


Sweaty palms when I see him,

I can't even stand up straight.

Give me a break,

I want to give him my heart to take.

Or to break.

I need to shake this is feeling.

Go ahead girl, 

Get over him and find someone worthy of your time.

But, he's all that's on my mind,

I just want him to be all mine.

Gosh, he's so fine.

In my feelings I'm intrwined,

Internal battle between my heart and my time.

What's wrong with me?

I'm sure that I can do so much better.

Trapped by his charm, the Rolex on his arm

and the Prada sweater.

Girl, I'm not sure what it is...

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