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Whipped around like a ragdoll
Can’t figure him out
I think he likes me
Then I doubt

His hair is a dark shade of brown
His eyes are warm and gentle
His hands are like dinner plates
His smile as brighter than the starts

When I talk to him
I can’t help but smile
The warm felling I get inside
Those crazy butterflies

Everyone tells me he’s not the one for me
But I think he is I really want to see
I love him but there is just one problem
He doesn’t love me back.