I'll admit it, for you alone
I ate the last piece of Kelly's cake
I am truly sorry
I know you "j'adore" the stuff
...
Wait, no
That's not what I was planning on saying
I meant to say
Ring
One second
...
Kelly called
She said she's making another cake
Just for you
...
You really do have girls falling all over you
I wish that was my case, too
...
No, that's a lie
I don't want heels and perfume
I want bark-colored, wavy hair
I want burnt-coffee eyes
I want cologne that smells of mint
Because they all remind me of you
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I want you
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I love you
...
I wanted to tell you that
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But you're not my mirror
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