Boy in ripped jeans, I'd choose you over that swaggered up boy any day.
Your delicate touch is what gives me chills down my spine.
Your love gets better but never gets old, au contraire, unlike wine
Your smart mouth and shyness is what draws me to you instead of that boy who thinks I'll melt at his feet with his mom's borrowed Benz and a 'Hey baby, how'd you do? '
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