You met me when I was serene
Don’t worry, I’ll get hostile and mean
I act like a fucking preteen

I reapply my blush three times a day
Unless I use high-quality setting spray
These girly things

Losing hope of this whole grand thing
Don’t want to be taken under someone’s wing
But would that perhaps solve things

Stubborn and rich, I wish I wish
I want to be such a bitch
But your eyes are cool, green-hazel tone
I think it’s so raw to the bone
You touch the right places & make me moan

That’s it.

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