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There once was
this boy, and I met this boy, and I liked this boy, and I thought he was pretty
I said to my friend, who was this boy's friend, that I liked his friend, and
I thought he was pretty
We had a party, I said to my friend, invite this one boy, cos I think that
he's pretty
The party arrived, and so did the boy, and I looked at him, because he was
pretty
Party completed, the boy went back home, and I laughed at me, and I knew he
was pretty
Then there was this night, we went to a club, and I took a boy, who wasn't
so pretty
And we danced a lot, and I saw my friend, and I was quite drunk, and I felt
rather pretty
I danced with my friend, and I kissed my friend, cos through my wet hair,
he was real pretty
And this boy was there, and I thought if just once, I could kiss on this boy,
it would be so pretty
I danced to this boy, and all suddenly, I was kissing this boy, and he tasted
so pretty
I got in trouble, with the boy I took, because what I did, didn't make him
feel pretty
So I left that boy, and left with some friends, including this boy, who made
me feel pretty
I went to his house, and slept on his couch, and left the next day, in a pink
shade of pretty.
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I
wrote this on 14-05-02 after reminiscing in the shower the night before,
about my drinking days. That particular night (in 1999) I went out with
one guy, hooked up with one of my friends, and then saw this guy I'd
had my eye on for ages and hooked up with him instead. It didn't go
anywhere, but this guy was FAMOUS to me, and I felt triumphant.
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