You stop, you stare
You’re coming right over
You stop, you stare
You’re coming right over
How come I’m not supposed to feel afraid?
Every situation turns out this way
It’s nice outside, it’s been a good day
I’m not an object to demand this way
You gawk, you glare
My stomach turns over
You gawk, you glare
My stomach turns over
How come I’m not supposed to feel afraid?
Every situation turns out this way
It’s nice outside, it’s been a good day
I’m not an object to demand this way
Your voice is tall and your words are thin
Hiding the venom within your grin
Your eyes are dark
Your hands are red
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