Preferred Band/Artist: BlackByrd
When it comes to romance
I don't get a chance
There's nothing going on
but she knows, how I feel
I carry her books
She carries my jokes
We carry the looks they give us
Her man is a preacher
He isn't concerned
When I come to see her
I know what they say
And call us their friends
But that's not the way to move us
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