I'm in love with your style baby,
But you're so intimidating.
Don't blame it on the color of you hair,
I'd take you out if I could dare.
But, oh,
I'm too scared.
I'm too scared.
Blow your smoke
into the air,
Still I'm too scared.
Why wasn't I born just a little more early?
I'm too young, nobody takes me seriously.
Don't blame it on your skinny bones,
If I could you know I'd pick up the phone.
But
You'll never know,
You'll never know.
Play your song, kick the drum,
But you'll never know.
-A
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