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They say there’s something wrong with me Stare out of the window, all fucking day I look at you but you don’t know I’m there I keep a list of all the clothes you wear I got a picture of you as a kid I got it wrapped around my dick I think you’re pretty, what do you think of me Am I the kinda guy that you want to meet Don’t you wish your boyfriend was a creep like me? Don’t you wish your boyfriend was hot like me Don’t you wish your boyfriend was a stud like me Don’t you wish your boyfriend was cool like me Don’t you wish your boyfriend made you drool like me Don’t you wish your boyfriend was fun like me Don’t you wish your boyfriend made you cum like me From Letras Mania