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All up in my Kool-aid

Known you for five minutes
And you’re all about my bizness

You’re the type of guy
Who can never a hint
You say I looked your way
But ya know I really didn’t

All up in my Kool-aid
You won’t even let me breathe
I never showed an interest
Now you’re calling me a tease

You give a lot of orders
But you don’t respect my borders

Asking bout my family
Asking bout my kid
Every place I ever been
And everything I did

A girl has got a right
To be left alone
You’re six feet tall
So act like you’re grown

By Richard W. Bray

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