That GirlMature

I met this girl at a party, not for the first time.
She was beautiful and friendly, I didn't want her for mine.
She danced and laughed, told me a secret, I told her one back.
We went upstairs, she led me there, I never wanted to hold back.
We kissed and played, had such fun, until the guy interrupted.
No more playing with her after that, she went back to the guys, flirted.
All night long I heard and saw her with those guys,
She didn't come back to me, her girl, didn't even say goodbye.
Now I pine for the girl from the party, that crazy, beautiful woman.
If only I could tell her I'm into her, that I want my secret woman. 

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