Is it your fear for haste
That you let us chase
We trip, stumble and everything we say we mumble
But yet you still act humble
We strive
But do you even know we are alive
It’s hard to not
But when we see all you have got
We act to impress
Yet you think we wonder what’s under your dress
You do it to us
Yet you think we are the one to lust
So take a chance
We only act we don’t really prance
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