The Wrong Guy
Julie Doiron
I tiptoe across the squeaky floor
Check to see who's around first
No one should see this
I close my hands around his head
Steady myself for the kiss
No one should see this
I tighten my eyes and feel the stress
Close my lips onto his
No one seems to like this
I open my eyes in horror
To see what I've done
It was the wrong guy
He was the wrong guy
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