Oh girl, you're the coolest
Even when your love is ruthless
If I stare into your eyes
I don't see exactly what's behind them
If I catch your glimpse, I'll look away
Trying to defend your God given birthright
To stand there without pulling all that attention
Tripping up their hearts, kick 'em while they're down
Behind those doe eyes lies what you call awkward
Leaning against the bar, playing with your hands
Crossing your legs, and preparing your lips for pucker
But in the end, who will be your knight, your own silly motherfucker?
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