She probably likes the popular guy, She probably likes that buff-football guy. She probably hates a shy boy like me, She probably likes what I'll never be.

And yet I wonder Why I still like her. Still think about her, And yet I ponder.

She probably likes the wealthy guy, She probably likes that good-looking guy. She probably hates a coward like me, She probaby likes what I'll never be.:

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