by Dodie Clark
Am I allowed to look at her like that?
Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at?
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a polaroid picture
And she means everything to me
I'd never tell
No I'd never say a word
And oh it aches
But it feels oddly good to hurt
And I'll be okay
Admiring from afar
Cause even when she's next to me
We could not be more far apart
Cause she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall
But to her
I taste of nothing at all
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