She
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She¡¯s a memory
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In the minds of guys
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She doesn¡¯t know
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know her
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She¡¯s
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Behind there foreheads
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Doing deeds
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She¡¯s never done before
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And her worlds a blur
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Her worlds a blur about her
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The girls not green
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She¡¯s got no clue
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They¡¯re whispering about her
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She¡¯s got no clue
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She¡¯s never quite sure what to do
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With her hands
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In social
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Situations
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She
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She seems so well liked
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But friends are few
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And hardly friends at all
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and She¡¯s
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So sick of herself sometimes
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Leaves her stomach
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Inside a bathroom stall
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She never quite knows what to do
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With her hands
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In private
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Situations
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And her worlds a blur
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Her worlds a blur about her
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The girls not green
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But she¡¯s got no clue
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They¡¯re whispering about her
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She¡¯s got no clue
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She¡¯s never quite sure what to do
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But she is the what
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They are the matter
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She is the glass
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They are the shatter
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She is the dawn
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They are the Saturday
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That never made it home
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She
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She hates dinner dates
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And getting to know you
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At awkward intervals
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And her worlds a blur
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Her worlds a blur about her
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The girls not green
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She¡¯s got no clue
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They¡¯re whispering about her
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She¡¯s got no clue
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She¡¯s never quite sure what to do
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With her hands
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She¡¯s never quite sure what to do
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With her hands
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In casual
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Situations
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A Girl I Know
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| The Matches |
