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We met at the park, and we were playing football,
I was blinded by your beauty from that point, but I could not tell you at all.
Then I started growing hair on my neck, and started to behave,
but you were the only one who let me be me, and you did not tell me to shave.
And I love it when we talk, and all your Huhs and Wahs, all the Hold Ons,
Hi's, Say Whats, and Duhhhs,
but it is today that pulls me closer, and I do not need to wish anymore that you were mine,
I still can not believe I was that nervous, just to ask you out,
and be my Valentine.