(WallFlower)
I went to a party last night
I was in such a freight
Oh but she was such a delight
With a waist ever so tight
But she disappeared up stairs
With another man..
I grew sad for I am
A simple wallflower
Hung against the wall
Strung above the halls
For no one to call
My name
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