up to your apartment
I wasn't sure about it.
Because of the way you look.
I'd sobered up since the bar,
And I was less convinced,
That you were a seven,
You moved down
to a six or even a four.
I know I'm shallow like that.
But now I know,
You're just as ugly
as me,
on the inside.
And that's what really matters.
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