I think you are a

I think you are a hottie

With a tan smokin' body,

Yeah I know you think I'm snotty

But can I holla at you shawty?

 

Who cares if I'm just seventeen,

I'm way too good for these string beans.

They're never keen and always mean,

Then there's you who's lean and clean.

 

Please just ditch the dumb blonde hair,

You'll see that those girls can't compare.

I'm just saying the offer's there,

Your dirty little secret, our scandalous affair.

 

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