| It was football season,
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| and for some reason,
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| all the little jocks wanted me.
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| Matthew was the only non-white, non-jock boy in town.
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| So the two of us joined forces, and we took 'em all down.
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| We brawled, and scrapped, and fought for hours.
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| Nothing could beat Matthew’s mystical powers.
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| We only kissed once. |
| After a week and a half, told him to hit the showers.
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| Dude wait… Mystical powers?
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| You’ll pay for this, Flowers!
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| If you want to fight me
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| Ha! |
| You’re not the brightest
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| You won’t know what hit you in the slightest
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| Me and my fireballs
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| My Demon Hipster Chicks!
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| (Tell 'em, Matty!)
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| I’m talking the talk, cause I know I’m slick!
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| (S-L-ICK!)
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| Fireball girls, take this sucker down.
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| Let us show him what we’re all about
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| That doesn’t even rhyme!
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| This is impossible!!!
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| How can this be???
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| Open your eyes,
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| Maybe you’ll see! |