I don't know why I type you
You're not handsome
Even if my choice is vague
T.L. I'm yours
My older brother is always yelling
You are not a match for my beauty
Are my eyes blurry
And T.L. me
Chorus
My mind is a winding street
Grandpa said my brain has soy sauce
Grandma said find someone else
There is a form t rich, T.L. nothing
I don't know why I type you
You're not handsome
Even if my choice is vague
T.L. I'm yours
(instrumental)
Chorus
My mind is a winding street
Grandpa said my brain has soy sauce
Grandma said is looking for someone else
Formal and rich, T.L. there's nothing
My mind is running in a winding street
Grandpa said my brain has soy sauce
Grandma said to find something else
I'm in shape and rich, T.L. nothing
I don't know why I type you
You are not handsome
Even if my choice is vague
You are my true love

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