Last year, I saw you
Loved your curly hair
Did not know what to do
Really wouldn’t dare

I wrote you a letter
To declare my love so true
But never got one back
Longest year so blue

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Shame is on my side
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You just hurt my pride

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Never felt so small
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But I will stand tall

Now I’m getting nasty
An honest “NO” would do
You just left me hanging
Without a single clue

Sweet revenge will come
I’ll write another letter
You won’t know what came to you
I start to feel much better

Now I’m here in my room
With some paper pencil
Ready, to voodify
And hurt you like hell

When suddenly on my phone
I receive a text
You found my letter in a box
Wanna date me tonight and next


Ik ben een teruggetrokken, enigszins zwaar op de hand zijnde oude Brabander, met een ongeorganiseerde stroom gedachten.

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