You're so last summer

She said
"Don't, don't let it go to your head
Boys like you are dime a dozen,
boys like you are dime a dozen"

She said
"You're a touch overrated,
you're a lush and I hate it,
But these grass stains on my knees,  
they won't mean a thing"


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