She Wants Him
"How old are you?"
"18", says he.
"What kind of music do you like?"
"All but rap's fine with me."
"Really, I hate rap too!"
"Just cut my hair", he thinks.
"So, I think you should try it this way."
"Just cut the freaking things!"
All her questions
Serve no point
For she wants him really bad
Or so she thinks
But not for sure
Though signs are so obvious it's sad
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