Betty, I’m here on your doorstep And I planned it out for weeks now But it’s finally sinkin’ in Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when You see my face again…
Yeah, I showed up at your party Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch In front of all your stupid friends? If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings? I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything But I know I miss you Standing in your cardigan…
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