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how come when it comes to you, im never seeing two, im only seeing one, but i antisipate wat you do? the words you give to me, you dont even have to speak, sometimes i think i know wat it's about, but cant be too sure it's about me. and i dont wanna get hurt, or feel stupid, or be a flirt, but thats me, shy, crazy, fun, smart, awkward, classy, not too flashy, but gas me, and see what yu can ask me, i'll turn into a beast, i might even be nasty. but wait, i dont wanna come off too trashy, sumtimes i get carried away, but i dont want yu to pass me, i want you to enjoy me, aprreciate and employ me, just tell me wat it is, and i can be your emplyee. no you cant control me, but i can let you transform me, mold me to brand new, so i can be as fly as you, but id you dont want to, then that's ok with me boo, i like how i am now anyway, and i wudnt change you anyday. it's your personality i say, that makes me wanna stay, keeps me glued to you, and somehoew stuck in this game that we play, but your habits are sumthing else, forget about your wealth, your happiness is my goal, catering to you is my role. just wait, just tell me, what it is you feel? my hands are not near you, but maybe you cant let my words heal, just wanna know wats good, i wanna know wat's the deal, swallow your pride for me please, and just keep it real.