You bit me
I squeeze your knee
I wear black lace
You just came
Saw it on your face
You just came
Outta the woods
Brought me wine
I knew you would
I like to scratch your chin
The face you make reminds me of gretchen
You said I make you feel like you're in high school
I dont like that I felt pretty bad
In high school I hope its not like that
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