I met this playboy on the first day of classInstantly, he became the dream of every junior lass
His eyes are blue, his skin is snow
When he struts around, he releases an attractive glow
His hair is styled in a perfect trim
And when I mean perfect, I say it's perfect like him
He plays football
He gets chased by girls in the hall
He has dated some,
But all didn't last long
They say his touch is fire to the skin
They say his kiss makes you burn within
They say his words could soothe the soul
But I won't be surprised at all
That after your relationship, your heart has a hole
He may look like James Dean
Every junior lass's daydream
But when he breaks your heart,
It may be hard to mend it with seams
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