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CAITLINagain
Track 14 from "My God!" by proGrammar

Another day begun in bed next to the girl that I'm in love with right now;
I have to wonder how it happened, sometimes.
Looking back on younger times: barely on my mind, though I coulda found you any time I liked
On the grounds of our alma mater, mutual, like fish. As usual my wish was beautiful girls to kiss.
You knew me, you tol' me, 'fore you started dating my homie,
But totally new you were to me, like totally nude you are now.
Back then: a handshake + a grin. "Nice to meet you." I find I can immediately respect your mind.
But never mind mine; I'm sure that I would find me to be clucking like a hen if my me now woulda met me then.
And, in that sense, this, our relationship, is like a metric stick showing me how far I have come
To appeal to a girl so not dumb + unworldly. You mean the world to me, all that a girl should be.

C-A-I-T-L-I-N again. C-A-I-T-L-I-N again.

After that breakfast at Diamond Lil's, I saw little + heard even less of you over the years.
Absurd it seems to me now, considering the words we've shared;
Not to mention the thoughts, deeds + care that they represent.
I gotta represent; you present to me a delicious difficulty on the daily.
Namely: "What do you do with a potential baby-momma, when you ain't ready for the baby drama?"
I gotta honor the future we could shoot for. As a suitor, I'm hoping I'm too cute for you to forget + let go.
So, let's go; nice + slow. I know, I'm the one with the icy flo(w/e); the glacial pace with which I face my destiny.
I know it's best to be cautious, but I gotta get offa this pot on which I'm sittin' if I'm not shittin'.
Sorry, hon, to use a poop metaphor; ok: the clock's tickin'.
Hope I'm not regrettin' lettin' these thoughts get caught like a fly in amber, but I really gotta hand it to her.

C-A-I-T-L-I-N again. C-A-I-T-L-I-N and to think...

Our modern era started with an alleged game of Footsie. Gender-bent like Tootsie; how could I resist?
In the hot tub, showing lotsa love. The look I got was one of confusion for the moves I was makin'.
You said I was mistaken, yet I knew it all along; like a womb-taught song. We'll see if I was wrong about...

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