It's Him Or It's Really Not Him
He was my frist boyfriend
I'd swear it's true
He was my first kiss
For as long as I remember
He was the first man in my life
Oh, I hoped he was
He was the first man who made
me cry
Oh, how can I forget him
He was the first man who
abandoned me
How can I forgive him
He was the first man I ever
forget,
'Coz it's really him who will love
me not.
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