Am I allowed to look at her like that
Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a polaroid picture
And she means everything to me

I'd never tell
No I'd never say a word
And oh it aches
But it feels oddly good to hurt

She smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach

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