| Am I allowed to look at her like that?
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| Could it be wrong, when she’s just so nice to look at?
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| She smells like lemongrass and sleep
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| She tastes like apple juice and peach
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| You would find her in a Polaroid picture
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| And she means everything to me
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| I’d never tell
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| No, I’d never say a word
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| And oh it aches
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| But it feels oddly good to hurt
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| She smells like lemongrass and sleep
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| She tastes like apple juice and peach
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| You would find her in a Polaroid picture
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| And she means everything to me
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| And I’ll be okay
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| Admiring from afar
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| Cause even when she’s next to me
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| We could not be more far apart
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| Cause she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall
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| But to her
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| I taste of nothing at all
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| Cause she smells like lemongrass and sleep
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| She tastes like apple juice and peach
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| You would find her in a Polaroid picture
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| And she means everything to me
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| Yes, she means everything to me
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| She means everything to me |