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her name escapes my mind
but i remember her smile
it illuminated off the lampost
in the prettiest of styles

i was dressed in plaid
i think you were in argyle
you seemed to like my tasted
wanted me to stay the while

on the curbside 4ft from the steps
she pressed her head to my neck
is she in love
she's falling in love
does she really think i'm in love

i remained silent as i tried to
read her carefully
like the articles of a dirty magazine

but now she's leaning closer
and closer now
to the point where she's weighting me down
dirtying up my jeans

no longer thinking that you're my type
i gotta get the hell out of here
i gotta get the hell out of here
gotta get the hell out of here tonight