I don’t want to be your Sandy.
You said it yourself,
I’m not the exotic blonde
You met on the beach.
I don’t have an accent
And I talk kind of fast
You can’t be my Danny
You don’t like cars.
And you’re not a stereotypical
Badass with a heart.
Then again, your nothing like a badass
You already do track
And have a letter for it
Sandy and I have something in common
We both know its true
there's just no gettin' over you
She’s devoted to her summer romance
I wish I wasn’t devoted to anybody
But I’m hopelessly devoted to you
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