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I am really here
But you walk right through me Like I am a ghost If I was I would haunt you Till the day you found a girl And actually fall in love with her personality I am talking to my guy friends But they are not looking at my face They are looking below I hate when guys do that So I punch him in the gut Tell him he is a nut And to respect me Because he is a perverted fellow And I should be respected Because when I was still growing You didn’t know me Actually you walked right through me But when I bloomed Your eyes roamed over me No not me, my body I am really here But you walk right through me Like I am a ghost If I was I would haunt you Till the day you found a girl And actually fall in love with her personality.
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