So....

15. Gary. Blue-eyed blonde. Which isn't even my type anymore. But he played the guitar and wrote me songs. He graduated me from "just a kiss" to le French. oo-la-la
 
She want that lovey dovey (lovey, dovey)
that kiss-kiss, kiss-kiss
In her mind she fantasize
bout getting wit me
They hatin on me (Hatin on me)
They only diss diss, kiss-kiss
Cause she mine and so fine
And thick as can be
 
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