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I dream about them dark eyes
And when I do I cant open my eyes
Those childish, deep brown eyes
I wish that I could look right into your eyes

They say you made some noise in every room,
You told the boys that they’d be over soon  uh oh oh
You talked back, looked mad, at every word that they said
Oh and you
Sat back, bumped that track, and rocked your head

I dream about them dark eyes
And when I do I cant open my eyes
Those childish, hazel eyes
I wish that I could look right into your eyes

Your mood changed every day no more like every hour
That’s ok, that won’t change that you’re my sweet and sour
You fold those arms up like a pouting baby, hey-ey
But when I’m in em I will listen  to your pointless day-ay

I dream about them dark eyes
And when I do I cant open my eyes
Those childish, deep  brown eyes
I wish that I could look right into your eyes

Yes you  told me that I’d be soon be over
On your phone you’ve got my number written over
But those eyes cannot lie
I know you wanted to love me

Oh since you left
I dreamt about them dark eyes
And when I did I couldn’t open my eyes
Those childish, deep brown eyes
I wish that I could look into your eyes right now
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Author's Comments

This is actually based off my best friend a few years ago. She was very conceited, loved to talk (about herself as well as talk back to authority) and wore lots and lots of eyeliner. She moved away and moved on, and though this song was aimed at sarcastically praising her, there really was something about her that just made her never leave my mind.

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Ah, a song! You have no idea how much I wish I could write songs. >.<

This is nice, though. I wish I could hear it though.

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