| Your dreamy eyes are the focus of third period
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| The only time I break away is when the class gets serious
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| And when it simmers down I’m back to writing about our exploits
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| Your face my inspiration, it’s saying that I have no choice
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| But to pen down my feelings, hopes, dreams, and appealings
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| Whatever I think I’d say to you if there wasn’t a distance
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| Or maybe I’d just pass a pen, and say I’d need an aspirin
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| And fake a headache just to escape the class with a massive grin
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| You don’t understand. |
| We’re dating, you just don’t know yet
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| I’ve planned dates and excursions just to make sure you have no stress
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| I’ve wrote poems that detail your beauty more than you can fathom
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| And a tune to speed the day up, even when it’s at its slowest
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| I’ve prepared myself to die for you and you don’t even know my name
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| If it’s all the same, I think I deserve to have my gaze
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| And some may call it creepy, others wish that they were the target
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| But I only want you and I think that makes me the smartest
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| I know your best color, what season your favorite flowers bloom
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| And I’d treat you like a princess if I got around to asking you
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| To be mine, but I can’t find the time. |
| Early bird gets the worm
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| But I’m afraid of the feline
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| Or maybe I fear reject… I just don’t know yet
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| I fear regret as the sediments settling me to hold less
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| And I thought you should know this, so I’ll put it in a note then,
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| one you’ll never see
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| But to me, it’s like I showed it
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| To you |