There’s something about a certain type of blonde
That gets under my skin like a Celine Dion song
Something I can’t quite put my finger on
Something a little off in the interaction
Something that puts my teeth on edge
Something that makes me want to push her off a ledge
Something that puts my back up high
A chilly something in her eyes
Something that begs for a slap in the face
And a sign for let saying Vacant Space
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