My god, you're beautiful. Like a star that I can touch. Should I touch? Mustn't touch. You belong in a museum, that's how beautiful you are, girl. Where you been all my life? Am I like Stevie Wonder? Wondering what you'd look like? I swear I've dreamed of you before? What's that thing called? Deja voodoo? Who cares. I know what it means.
Let me tell you something, let me tell you. I gotta tell you. You better go home right now or else I might follow you. Creepy, right? C'mon, purple shirt. Where'd you get that shirt anyway? Charlotte Russe? Forever 21? Lane Bryant?...Alright, I'll catch you later, purple shirt.
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