i'm not the kind of girl you bring to mother.
i'm not the kind of girl you kiss in public.
my manners leave a lot to be desired,
at least i'm not a liar.
and i'm not about the subtle innuendo.
i'm more likely to throw rocks up at your window.
i won't walk on eggshells so you don't hear
the crazy things i'm thinking when you are near me.
i'd rather disappear than be faking it.
anyway.
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