I let the line get crossed
But I can't stop myself
And I wouldn't have dreamt it
Until the event
I'm frequently caught off guard
By my own little antics
And my bold facade
So don't let it go to your head
Its men like you
Who let it be said
That naïve won't work as an excuse no more
Innocent flirting can make you a whore
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