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I can't get your face out of my head,

in the morning, afternoon or nights in my bed,

no matter when a memory always pops up,

again i wish t question why you stopped us,

maybe you said it, thought it an excuse,

baby we all change, got me confused,

with some jock or pretty boy you pick up,

i understand more then i let off, and you slipped up,

when i look back at all the fun we had,

never can i find one second that's bad,

what did you mean when the favor wasn't in our odds?

where did all that attraction come from? that bod,

desire is one way to say it, maybe you faked it,

handed me bullshit and made sure i would take it,

with a smile like theirs, even long after they go,

you will always think them absolutely beautiful.