Betsy isn't a popular girl in school Most would consider her a geek She's fallen in love with a football player She thinks his number, 17, makes him so unique. Its senior year and she wants to ask him to prom But she knows he'll just turn her down Still she hangs on to her hope and faith And just pictures him next to her in her prom gown. She worked the nerve up to approach him one day Started a lengthy conversation, such a surprise All she could remember of it was his gaze He seemed to look straight into the depth of her eyes. She fell even more in love with him and finally popped the question Prom she would not attend for he had told her no The following day she approached him and asked " Why did you stare deeply into my eyes and tell me Maybe you'd go?" Unique number 17 just stared and laughed Then replied, " I was being the nice Gentlemen you thought I were And I wasn't staring deep within the depths of your soul It's hard to not notice that you didn't clean our your morning eye boogers"Birth sign: Pisces
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