Little Catholic girls tell me I am wrong Because I find it within myself to have a crush on you The Catholic girls don't see you in the morning While everybody walks around dead In the dim hallways You skip, you nearly fly And the light above you glows You sit there talking to me like we've know one another Since the day we were born I have found another girl That girl in the morning She disappears when it gets to late
Reason for writing:
I fantastic girl I met...
Birth sign: Libra
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