The hem of my skirt’s a little short Swaying gently in the spring breeze “Do I look nice?” — I never asked Though today’s the last time I’ll wear this Wish I’d said it sooner… maybe you’d see Your big hand, patting my head like always It made my heart skip, every single time (I never told you… but) Yeah—guess I kinda liked it …Just a little. Soft pink petals float through the air Riding the wind, maybe they’ll tell you A new season, a brand new town But hey—save that spot next to you, okay?
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