Candy Girl
It was Candy Girl, it was not me.
She is not so sweet, stings like a bee
Except if she likes you, then it is another game.
I call her Candy Girl because I have forgotten her name.
Wouldn’t it be okay to ask?
Would that be too hard a task?
I stared at the speaker as cool as can be.
Did you not hear? She does not like me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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