She asked me “who’s your favorite?”
I said “of course it’s you!”
She asked me “do you mean it?”
I said “of course it’s true!”
But I lost my concentration
And answered “you, of course” once more.
I still don’t know why she asked
“Who’s that girl dressed like a whore?”
As a person young
In age and heart
The search for love is,
In my life, a part.
But amidst all the boasting,
The flirting, the pink
There come candid answers
That force you to think:
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