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Rosy Cheeks
You flash green treaties,
then brush your lips against mine.
Again I feel lonely
make me forget why.
Don’t be scared,
I wouldn’t dare tell a soul.
I know you care.
chorus:
I’m just a girl
he’s a man
and I am bored.
This is wrong,
but no one sees me
the way you see me.
This is not right,
but I like the way you feel
pressed up against me.
I am tired of counting years.
In a few,
no longer must we look
over our shoulders.
We will last past a wink,
our connection is the need
to feel loved.
chorus:
I’m just a girl
he’s a man
and I am broken.
This is wrong,
but no one sees me
the way you see me.
This is not right,
but I like the way you feel
pressed up against me.
Leave all in the dark.
Regrets are my doodles,
and no one must see
my new work of art.
This is our secret to keep,
If I ask would you
run away with me?
chorus:
I’m just a girl
he’s a man
and I am beaten.
This is wrong,
but no one sees me
the way you see me.
This is not right,
but I like the way you feel
pressed up against me.
Lights exert lies to my ears,
and walls close in around me.
He played the same song to other girls,
who cried during the second verse.
I give in to dark skies.
I cry.
chorus:
I’m just a girl
he’s a man,
and I am basic.
This is wrong,
but no one sees me
the way you see me.
This is not right,
but I like the way you feel
pressed up against me.
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