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She was perfect,
From the way her hips swayed to the way she put on lipstick,
But she was my best friend,
And she was straight,
We went to a party one night,
We were both stoned and playing truth or dare,
I got dared to kiss the love of my life,
I put my lips to hers and she kissed back,
I woke up in my room,
And remembered nothing,
But there she was sleeping right next to me,

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