Looking at me
I'm dressed all in skirts
You think I'm the type
That can only do flirt
Each day goes by
With comments towards me
If maybe you stopped
You would actually see
You claim you know
What goes on in my head
Too bad you don't know
It's nothing I've said
Stop looking at me
The way you do
Feeling like an idiot
You do that too
What have I done
For you to speak like this
You think all I want
Is one lousy last kiss
You've affected the others
Knowing not even my name
Your sister it is
She thinks I'm a game
Nothing in my defense
That I can say
That wouldn't make it worse
Each and every day
Maybe if you took me
Without a doubt
You might possible know
What I'm thinking about
But no, you can't
No reasons to list
Tomorrow my thoughts
Will all be a mist.
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