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I get on with life as a Cute Girl,
I'm a cool kinda person you know.
I like thinkin about you on Sundays,
I like thinking about boys in the week days.

Oh oh oh!

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
That huge smile I just cant desguise
Why is it so hard for me to decide, which I love more?
Other Boys or...
You?

I like to use words like 'boys,'
I love to use words like 'you.'
But when I stop my talking,
My mind turns obviously straight to you.

Oh oh oh!

Sometimes I look at myself and I look in my eyes.
Huge smile that I just can't disguise.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Regular Boys or...
You?

I like to hang out with ,
I like to kick back with ,
But when left alone with,
My mind turns straight to you.

Oh oh oh!

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
Huge smile that I just can't disguise.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Regular Boys or...
You?

I'm not too fond of bad days,
And you know I really hate sad days,
But I just think back to you,
And I'm happy once again.