This is a song. I was singing it. I was bored
I don't really care-care,
How I wear my hair-hair.
I really never was that type of girl.
What I think of boys-boys?
They just make noise-noise,
They're crude and rude and I don't need them.
How could you keep asking me these questions?
The questions you know I won't answer
Just the way you want them.
So I guess, you've forgotten how I feel.
Ohohohohohohohohoh.
So I guess, you've forgotten how I feel.
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