I know a girl with a paper heart

And I see her every day

I hold her as she cries for a boy

Who never looked her way


She flirts in a voice that is golden

Her tone sweet and simple

And no matter what she does

They fall in love with other people


I only wish that she could know

How easy it is to love her

And she always gives the wrong people

The cutters to her flower.




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