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She She is a memory in the minds of guys she doesn't know know her She's behind their foreheads doing deeds she's never done before And her world's a blur her world's a blur about her The girl's not green but she's got no clue they're whispering about her she's got no clue she's never quite sure what to do with her hands in public situations She she seems so well liked but friends are few and hardly friends at all She's so sick of herself sometimes leaves her stomach inside a bathroom stall She never quite knows what to do with her hands in private situations She's the what They are the matter She is glass They are the shatter She's the dawn They are the Saturday that never made it home She She hates dinner dates getting to know you at awkward intervals She's never quite sure what to do with her hands in casual situations |