I'm fire and you're ice.
Saw your frozen heart, so I did what I do best- I set it on fire.
You told me you could drive no parent needed.
You told me we could be friends and never have to tell anybody.
You lied to me when you said you were twice my age, but at least now I know I'm not
dating a 28-year old woman.
How old are you? Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one?
You're eighteen with a body of a Greek goddess and lips as full as the night's moon.
I'm still young, but so are you. How is this going to work out?
Is this true love or the Cougar Effect?
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