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Jan 18, 2005 20:30

Get up, get up
Come on, come on, lets go
There’s just a few things
I think that you should know
Those words at best
were worse than teenage poetry
Fragment ideas
and too many pronouns
Stop it, come on
You’re not making sense now
You can't make them want you
They're all just laughing

Literate and stylish
Kissable and quiet
Well that's what girl's dreams are made of
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