Fancy seeing you in here, you're all tarted up and you don't look the same. I haven't seen you since last year and surprisingly you have forgot my name. But you know it and you knew it all along; you say you have forgotten, but you're fibbing. Go on, tell me I'm wrong.. I fancy you with a passion, you're a topshop prince, a rockstar too. you’re a fad, you’re a fashion and I’m having a job trying to talk to you. But it's alright! put it all on one-side, everybody's looking, You’ve got control of everyone's eyes, i n c l u d i n g m i n e -
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