I don, t know why they all keep saying
That he, s this and that he, s that
That he, s short and very spotty
And that really he, s quite fat
I just think sometimes they say it
Cos they know it makes me mad
And my sister she, s the worst one
She just grins and says he, s bad
Well he, s better than her boyfriend
Full of freckles and red hair
When she says at least he, s real
I just tell her i don, t care
Cos i know that when we meet
We, ll fall in love just wait and see
I bet they wont be laughing then
Not when i, m Mrs Justin B
Claire Slater
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