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Class bell rings, I'm hanging back
Ready to make my smooth attack
But there he is at his desk
Chattin up some girl with real nice breasts
Long black hair, tan skin glow
Crop top like she's in a show
Laughing like she knows his name
Standing way too close, not a fan of this game
Who's this girl, this flesh peddler, this tart?
Is she competition for his heart?
I hate this game, but I can play
Oh look, he's with another girl. Yay?
Who's this girl, this strumpet, this trollop?
Is she trying to get molly walloped?
To win his heart I'll have to sweat
But I can play hard to get
Joke's on her, she doesn't know
I've got his number in my phone
Type a text to make him drool
Can't hit send, I'm not that cool
Oops, it sent, oh God, no way
Save me Timothee Chalamet!
Then my phone lights up, aflame
And his message says my name
Now he's flirting through the screen
Best mistake I've ever seen
Roommate bursts my victory bubble
"Girl, I heard he's been in trouble"
Rumor says his last job crashed
Dean got punched, or co-ed he smashed?
Who's this girl, this flesh peddler, this tart?
Is she competition for his heart?
I hate this game, but I can play
Oh look, he's with another girl. Yay?
Who's this girl, this strumpet, this trollop?
Is she trying to get molly walloped?
To win his heart I'll have to sweat
But I can play hard to get
Office hours, two minutes late
Line of girls outside the gate
No time for me, total snub
Too busy in his office night club
Next day I return, heart demands
Place his sweater in his hands
He smiles slow, stares at my rack
"It looks better on you," hands it back
Our hands entangle, is this happening?
Am I about to grab his thing?
Then the door swings open wide