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well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water and I think of all the things what you're doing in my head I'll paint a picture just since I've come on home well my body's been a mess and I miss your ginger hair and the way you like to dress oh won't you come on over stop making a fool out of me
How the hell have you made the whole photo look perfect, like you've made the mirror look perfect, you've made, oh my god, your hair, it looks amazing, like I'd die to have your hair, I'd die to have your figure, I'd die just to look like you, or even if I, like just to be compared to you, like girl, I'm actually like really jealous