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As I do my rounds,
I hear that sweat voice calling my name,
Who could it be?
But she asks me what her name was?
So I just walked away with a smile on my face,
Didn’t say a thing I couldn’t believe what did she see in me,
Could it be that she is just a kid,
She is curious how tall I am or could it be,
She wanted more than just a face,
I was just trying to hold her hand but I stay away,
I was afraid because I have no game,
I guess it was something I said,
I am here writing to you every other day,
I am not calling u by your name and were still friends.
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