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Quiet Girl

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SilentEmbrace17

Published: Jun 20, 2007

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Quiet Girl

I’m not a normal girl.
I don’t shove myself in front of you.
When you look my way, I smile, wave.
But I hardly speak, you put butterflies in my stomach.
All I can do is sit here waiting for you.

I am the quiet girl.
All I can do is sit here waiting for you.

I want to come over and talk.
I want you to notice me.
If only I could show you.
If only you knew.
All I can do is sit here waiting for you.

I am the quiet girl.
All I can do is sit here waiting for you.

I’m too shy for my own good.
You don’t know how fun I could be.
I’m simply, and sophisticated.
Just please turn my way.
All I can do is sit here waiting for you.

I am the quiet girl.
All I can do is sit here waiting for you.

You won’t look, won’t ever know.
I’m not the flashy type.
Even though I’m honest, funny and nice.
I wish I could ger you attention, but
All I can do is sit here waiting for you.

I am the quiet girl.
All I can do is sit here waiting for you.

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