I've got a crush on you.
You're just so.... I don't even know.
But you're delicious.
And oh, how I wish you thought the same of me.
Just the way you come to sit with me.
And talk to me, one on one.
And see me as a person, as a friend.
I like that.
And you've got no clue at all how highly I think of you.
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