My stomach erupts into butterflies when you mention wanting to be in a relationship, when you meet me in the halls just to hangout. When you're happy and proud of me and not jealous I know my feelings we're right.
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My stomach erupts into butterflies when you mention wanting to be in a relationship, when you meet me in the halls just to hangout. When you're happy and proud of me and not jealous I know my feelings we're right.