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Am I allowed
to look at her like that?
Could it be wrong
when she's just so nice to look at?
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep.
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her
in a polaroid picture
And she...
means everything to me
I'd never tell
No I'd never say a word
And oh it aches
But it feels oddly good to hurt
She smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a polaroid picture
And she...
means everything to me
oh-oh-oh
And I'll be okay
Admiring from afar
Cause even when she's next to me
We could not be more far apart
Cause she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall
But to her
I taste of nothing at all
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a polaroid picture
And she...
means everything to me.
Yes, She everything to me.
And She means everything to...
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