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Okay so,
Acting is my weak spot
When it comes to pretend
But hey, it is you in the end
You notice that I at you look
Reads me like an open book
Stone face is out of question
For my lips can not freeze
Like spaghetti goes my knees
So I look at you and you know
I can’t hide it when my heart go
Like boom boom boom
Smiling like a dork
Hit me with a fork
Help me run away and hide
Lower my lips so way up wide
I am blinded
with love
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