You call me baby girl, I blush and you can’t help but point it out
You think it’s cute, it’s only a reflex
You think you mean something to me but you don’t mean shit
It’s just a reflex, you don’t got me
There is a line between reality and my stupid brains feelings
That line may get a little hazy sometimes but my best friend is always there to remind me
You don’t know me, you don’t care
I’m not your baby girl
I’m not your baby girl
That’s just the oxytocin
I don’t need you, I got me and my bestie
Go find another girl to be your baby
You’re giving me all the mixed signals
One minute I’m the only one you’re answering
The next I can’t even get a text back
You can have as much space as you’d like, I don’t have anything left for you
I’m not your baby girl
That’s just the oxytocin
I don’t need you, I got me and my bestie
I’m done with your changing signals, mine is done
I got my bestie, my dreams, my life
There are times I need some reminding
My bestie tells me I’ll meet someone, you don’t even deserve to be Mr. right now
I got this, I go further in a month than you will in ten years
You will want me to be your baby doll, baby girl, wifey
But I’m not
I’m not your baby girl
That’s just the oxytocin
I don’t need you, I got me and my bestie
Go find another girl to be your baby
I’m not your baby girl
I never will be
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Lila's Legacy: The Wisdom of Eldergrove
Among a sacred and enduring forest, Eldergrove village, a tiny one, was situated. The villagers were humble, and they closely lived with the nature to which they returned what they owned by the nature and took only what they required. Not far away from them was a young woman named Lila, who all trees could describe their language into her ears. A kind and gentle heart was her own, she has every soul in her hands. Then, one incredible afternoon, Lila was moving past areas that she had never wandered that far before, and she discovered a hidden glade mysteriously bathed by golden rays. The most beautiful tree had its limbs spread out at the heart of the grotto and its silver leaves that glittered in the sun rays. Upon her arrival, she was greeted by the sight of a small leather bound manuscript entrapped in the root clusters, carefully wrapped in the foliage that was the color of emerald, and adorned with intricate patterns of gold. Gloriously, she raised the volume with her heartbeat exactly the same and opened it. Through this sentence the character's bond with the book became stronger. Thus, the first sentence reads, 'She was silent, barely a whisper.
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