Does she like the way your eyes light up?
Does she like your silly grin?
Does she blush when you touch her?
This girl who's not me.
She's a christian girl.
like me.
Though honestly, i'm feeling less then saint like.
She loves kids.
She wants five or six kids
I want four boys and two girls
She say's she loves the scruff on your face,
and you're growing it just for her.
Let's shoot me in the face twice, shall we?
That's what it feel like.
And I hate it.
I'm not a prude you know.
I'd like to have some fun.
With you.
And my mind is more open then yours.
So what the hell's the matter with me?
Am I stupid?
No.
Immature?
Negative.
I am pretty.
I am gentle.
And Goddammit, i'm sweet.
What's the difference between her and me?
Why can't you see me?
