A Foreigner Girl
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A foreigner girl
Coming and approaching,
Approaching and going,
Passing off
Before she is inquired of,
Hey, what's your name,
where do you come from,
What's your nationality,
How the manner and gesture of yours?
Hey, do you love me,
Do you love me,
Whether you like or not
But I love you most?
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