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| #7 Damn you. Damn you. You have no balls. I wont kiss you. But I�d let you, If only you had balls. You�re the reason it takes me so long, To get ready in the morning. I act like I don�t care too much, If nothing is coming, give me warning. You lead me on, I gladly follow, But I�m usually let down, sad and hollow� Damn you. Damn you. You have no balls. I wont kiss you. But I�d let you, If only you had balls. I feel like a flower, then I feel trampled These up and downs are killing me So much bad timing, how unfortunate. Is this the way it has to be? Often days I feel a power� But no one wants a trampled flower. Damn you. Damn you. You have no balls. I wont kiss you. But I�d let you, If only you had balls. Oh damn you. I can�t believe that I�m letting you Mess around with my heart like this A girl can�t wait around forever. Someone out there, grant my wish There could easily be a new man I need to rethink my plan.. Damn you. Damn you. You have no balls. I wont kiss you. But I�d let you, If only you had balls. If only you�d ask me out sometime If only you would be a man. |