I Can't See Your Pop-Culture

Your natural way of living is no mystery to me. As you walk into the doors, all the girls scream. You are the talk of the school. One glance and everyone melts in your presence.

You might be nice to look at, you might have a good smile and cool hair but I can't see your pop-culture.

Your nicely tanned face, and soft gentle voice takes their breath away. When you speak, everyone listens and no one dares to tell you what to do.

You might be nice to talk to and be one of the most normal people I know but that doesn't matter I can't see your pop-culture.

You may walk the walk, talk the talk, wear all the right clothes, and listen to all the right music but where's your pop-culture?

All the girls dream of kissing you, they swoon at the thought of your touch. You glance my way, I feel the faintness of your lips brush against mine.

You put your hand up my shirt, and held me tight leading me into the teachers lounge and onto a couch. We kissed and necked for hours.

You might be nice to make-out with, and to hold but I can't see you pop-culture.

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