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He is bad, he is bad, he is bad but we danced in the middle of the street and he sang Oasis' "Wonderwall" in my ear but his voice sounded more like the Ryan Adams version and I imagined him sitting on the sidewalk with an acoustic guitar and that smile and it almost fit too well. And when I asked what he was thinking he just turned his head, took my hand, and we walked back to the party. I can still smell him on my shirt but that is all I have because I cannot get involved with a boy (especially one as charming) who has the potential to hurt me. And this boy, oh he has potential.