She's just from a different world
(or so I say)
I don't have the cash, sass (ass?) to cut it
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
Am I jealous?
no. It's just that....
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
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