Born, June of ’86, my birthdays coming…

You’ve gotta a lotta lotta nerve. Coming here when I’m still with him. And I can’t have you, it isn’t fair. Born March of ’86, my birthday’s coming. And if I had one wish, yeah, you’d be it. When you’re ’round I lose myself inside your mouth. You’ve got brown eyes. Like no one else. Baby make it to me. Again and again. Again, again, again, again. Never stop again and again. Again, again, a-a-again, again. Never stop. Oh he never really saw me. Or waited when we were hooking up. Yeah he’d a never last… last week when I was sad. You said that you knew. My eyes change from kinda green to kind blue.

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