It's kind of funny, actually.
I can't put my finger on what it is
that makes you so attractive,
and me so helplessly curious to know more.
My fatal flaw: curiosity.
I want to know more about you,
and I can't wait til Friday night.
but I'm curious to know what you're thinking,
but I can't read minds.
It's not fair,
and I always wish I knew everything,
but I'm pretty sure if I had this power over people,
I would regret it.
Sometimes, it's better to be naive,
or at least pretend to be.
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