Instead of growing up strong,
you grew up weak, ugly and sick.
We sat in front of our primary school;
you picked up a stick and showed me a trick.
I said I've never kissed before.
With a steel paddle I play ping pong,
a game you pick when we're in public.
I wouldn't want to come off as cruel,
but such a cynic guilts too quick!
A day will come when I'll learn to say no.
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