One day I’ll meet a prickly one like me
We’ll poke each-other relentlessly
With quills and barbs
We’ll aim for hearts
But in the end we’ll be stuck
Sometimes it’s hard for Pricklys to hug.
One day I’ll meet a prickly one like me
We’ll poke each-other relentlessly
With quills and barbs
We’ll aim for hearts
But in the end we’ll be stuck
Sometimes it’s hard for Pricklys to hug.
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