blonde

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Cute, little Blonde, I’m so anxious to see you again. You couldn’t imagine the feeling you put in me. Baby, I fell for you the night I looked in your gleamy eyes. I bashfully expressed the affection I felt for you,
In first grade, I was the bright girl with almond eyes,My eyes quite brown, even amber in the sunrise, My skin always tan, bronze from summers of swimming,And the endless hiking,    
I'm sitting here looking pretty trapped in my tower waiting for you. At least that's what you think, my sweet prince. My long hair all golden and blonde awaiting your climb.
Next time you see me, I may look the same The same short blonde hair framing a pale face The same bright blue eyes behind the same lenses But don’t be fooled  
The patterns of life are so lost Just fragments and reflections 20 bucks but no cost Kneel down and say your confessions   Once again I find my self
quite {doesn't} mean(s) crazy crazy {doesn't} mean(s) distance distance {doesn't} mean(s) make believe make believe {doesn't} mean(s) fake fake {doesn't} mean(s) makeup makeup {doesn't} mean(s) sexy
I'm locked away, they say it's for my own good the bars and locks on both the windows and the door, I have a perfect view, a perfect view of where I can not go.
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