I met this playboy on the first day of class
                              Instantly, he became the dream of every junior lass
                              His eyes are blue, his skin is snow
                              When he struts around, he releases an attractive glow
                              His hair is styled in a perfect trim
                              And when I mean perfect, I say it's perfect like him
                              He plays football
                              He gets chased by girls in the hall
                              He has dated some,
                              But all didn't last long 
                              They say his touch is fire to the skin
                              They say his kiss makes you burn within
                              They say his words could soothe the soul
                              But I won't be surprised at all
                              That after your relationship, your heart has a hole
                              He may look like James Dean
                              Every junior lass's daydream
                              But when he breaks your heart,
                              It may be hard to mend it with seams
                              👦🏻💔🔥
                                      
                                          
                                  
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