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Don’t worry baby

I’m not one of those girls

(I don’t care about details)



I can remember the first time I met you



but I can’t remember the date

(August 26th, 2004)

or the time

(around 8:30)

or the place

(At the intersection next to the school)



I remember the first time you touched my face



but I can’t remember where

(right behind my ear/ then down to my cheek/ on the right side of my chin)

or how

(your left hand/ from behind my ear/ then down to my cheek/ on the right side of my chin/ under my chin/ lifting and kissing)



You kissed me



then we pulled apart

(Shiann’s mom was watching)

and I went home and drank water to satisfy my burning lips

(the ice melted upon contact)

That was our very first kiss

(better than any one I’d ever had since)

and when I saw you next

(you wanted to kiss me again)

I reminded you that I wasn’t like those other worried girls

(baby… I am those other worried girls)