how you pick me up from my the floor and made , stir to the dance floor
all i can see is how you make me great , when you skip the beat and i all begin all over
. repeat , like i recover " undercover " but by the last step i feel falling over . again
and its all happen again , sure could need an friend , need no fake friends telling me it be okey
because i knew the true - and in this second i think i hate you , for not liking me back
but i am hate myself to for liking you so much and not let this just be an other " crush "
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