I don’t know maybe I freak her out,
Maybe she thinks I’m trouble.
What was she thinking,
when I don’t know what I was thinking.
Freak on a pipe is what.
Then today seeing me,
She throws a solemn “hey”,
Grumpily turning around,
walked away.
I don’t know maybe I freak her out,
Maybe she thinks I’m trouble.
What was she thinking,
when I don’t know what I was thinking.
Freak on a pipe is what.
Then today seeing me,
She throws a solemn “hey”,
Grumpily turning around,
walked away.
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