| I’ve been hiding for so long
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| These feelings, they’re not gone
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| Can I tell anyone?
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| Afraid of what they’ll say
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| So I push them away
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| I’m acting so strange
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| They’re so pretty, it hurts
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| I’m not talking 'bout boys, I’m talking 'bout girls
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| They’re so pretty with their button-up shirts
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| I shouldn’t be feeling this
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| But it’s too hard to resist
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| Soft skin and soft lips
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| I should be into this guy
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| But it’s just a waste of time
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| He’s really not my type
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| I know what I like
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| No, this is not a phase
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| Or a coming of age
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| This will never change
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| They’re so pretty, it hurts
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| I’m not talking 'bout boys, I’m talking 'bout girls
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| They’re so pretty with their button-up shirts
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| They’re so pretty, it hurts
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| I’m not talking 'bout boys, I’m talking 'bout girls
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| They’re so pretty with their button-up shirts
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| 'Cause I don’t know what to do
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| It’s not like I get to choose who I love
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| Who I love, who I love, who I love
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| They’re so pretty, it hurts
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| I’m not talking 'bout boys, I’m talking 'bout girls
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| They’re so pretty with their button-up shirts
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| And they’re so pretty, it hurts
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| I’m not talking 'bout boys, I’m talking 'bout girls
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| They’re so pretty, it hurts |