My Teenage Dream (For Sting)
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My heart flutters when I hear his voice
I can't explain the way I feel when I see his face
His smile and devish green eyes
Is all I imagine late at night
When I have nothing else to think about
He taught me about the injustices of the world
By the way of a CD or a 45
His words make me to act against tryanny
I have read Joyce because he is his favorite author
And explored Russian poetry because he likes it
I have done the teenage things one does on a crush
But I still want to meet him
I am running out of time
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