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I was obsessed with what if's
I was unusually selfish
No one believes I said this
Just makes small talk, oh forget it
Tan lines on flabby body
Says he was wearing a vest
Wife beater chic is so hot now
Nice to know you're laying with the best
A negative of a body image
No way to make it mine
They stole your soul through photos
Ten years on you left for me to find
Shyness is a curse and shyness could be the end of me
And what are you?
And what are you?
And what are you?
And what are you?
And what are you?
And what are you?
And what are you?
And what are you?