lyrics:
"bean bag chairs and glassy tanks,
and trendy indie piggy banks.
and you got every reference i could make.
your eyes are light and young and warm,
you finish words that i can't form -
oh boy, you know it's all that i can take.
maybe it's booze, or maybe it's love,
but i just think you're cute.
it's that goofy smile i'm thinking of,
and i just can't compute.
boy you're crazy, it's so simple,
wish i'd seen this way before.
i don't know just what to call it,
all i know is i want more."
i suppose i'll write the rest another time.
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