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She can’t handles crowds
They put her on the edge
She can’t handle crowds
They put her on the edge
She hates crowds
Dislikes confrontations
And stays at home
She prefers her own company
She likes to spend her time writing poetry
In a quiet place, apart from the crowds
She hides from the world, she’s closed off.
In rooms full of people, she feels alone
In the shadow of her man , she’s lost
Poor miss-understood, that’s who she is
Poor miss-understood, she’s sensitive
Poor miss-understood, just wants to be liked
Not too many friends
Because she tends to hide
Yet those who get close,
Do see her caring side
She’s not as dull as she seems.
She had a birthday party only faily
But she prayed for the end
Too much fuss
INSTRUMENTAL:
Poor miss-understood
Just wants to be liked.
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