The kind of girl

 

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I am the kind of girl who prefers

One rose instead of A dozen.

One I love you instead of a constant

Expressing.

 

The girl who would rather hold your hands,

Than let you hold my bags.

A girl who would choose to be with you

In a Friday night,

Than to go in a wild party and be involved

 In a cat fight.

 

Going out and getting drunk is not My thing.

Because nothing beats an incredible Night that only you Can bring.

Is this the one I’m supposed to

Be ashamed of?

Or is this the one I’m supposed to be

Scared of?

 

Because I am that kind of girl who would

Love you irrevocably,

Give the world just to see you

Smile at me.

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