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Maybe I'm in love with the way he lies
Or the way he writes when he dots his i's?
The attitude he has when he's doing bad?
How he looks so small standing near his dad?
Could it be his big old ears or his crooked smile?
Maybe it's the hat yea u know his style..

Could it be his need for speed?
Possibly because his greed?
The way he lives his life for him,
Never once to think of them?
Could it be he's so inviting?
Something about hims so exciting...

Maybe how he stays in bed,
Or When he's mad how he turns red?
Maybe it's his sculpted body?
How he thinks he's such a hottie?
Could it be how he won't sit still
When he wants to fight or kill...

Possibly how he breaks out in dance?
Or maybe how he sags his pants?
Could it be the swag in ball?
Or how he stands after a fall?
Maybe it's the bright blue eyes?
Or how he tries to apologize...

Then again maybe it's me? Maybe I'm blind?
Maybe I'm stupid and just to damn kind?
Maybe because he's does nothing but drink?
Or is it because he just doesn't think?
Is it because he just doesn't care?
Hey you never know, it could be the hair?

I bet it's because he's so immature?
maybe because he swears he loves her?
Maybe it's the way he smells?
Or just maybe the way he rebels?
Maybe how he comforts me?
Or a good boy he'll never be...

Maybe because he's never in school?
Could it be because he's a fool?
No it's gotta be his facial expressions
Or how he gives nice first impressions?
Nah probably how he's so charming
But then again this boy is harming...

Could it be how he holds My dog tight?
How he spends his hours up in the night?
Maybe it's his laugh or the way he sings
Maybe it's the joy and happiness he brings
I don't know what it is, why I love him so
But my problem is i just can't let him go...

you might say he's crazy a player yea i know
He's not the cutest guy around but he's not for show
I hear You say he's worthless but I'm not looking for a price
I know he's hard to handle but I'll sacrifice 
You might call him mean,I know he's bad as hell
But who are you to judge this boy? Your not the one that fell
To you he may be bad, you might call him vicious
But I'm not asking you to like him, to me he is delicious
Trash talk him all you want because I do the same
But when he says she loves me, you better think my name
No one will wish more for this boy, then I already did
Trust me when I say I love him because I didn't kid
And when I say I hate this boy I swear I didn't lie
Because on 11:11 I wish this love would die...<\3