Your smile tells more tales than a 10-dollar psychic
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And I know that love is your target
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But the dart you grasp is shy of sharp
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And a little limp for my liking
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There's still not a problem
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Your camera shy but still the star
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But I hope you know that fame fades and wears in time
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Kind of like that one pair of jeans that you sport so much
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You know, the ones that visit every boys apartment floor when its 15 after four
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Your axels nothing scant of dazzling
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But this judge's vote is partial
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Inclined because the gaze in your eyes plays soiled tricks on his
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I wish I could plant a bomb under the backseat of your car
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I'd set the time with such precision
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It'd explode before the next boy does inside of you
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Because being filled with joy just ain't your passion love
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It's not your passion love, its not
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If I knew you were listening, I'd pitch out one last verse in respect to you
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But I'm not one that charts the good luck trophies on the shelf
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And neither is the player that spins this record
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Camera Shy But Still A Star
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Best Interest |