Meeting a rather confident boy
And I remember, tangled in the bed sheets
You made me swear to be your friend
Well, my dear
I am still here.
I must confess, my friend
There is a lot I object to
About you
But your easy generosity
And your deadly smile
Is not a thing any woman can resist
Believe me when I say
I cannot love you
And believe me when I say
I always will.
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