Who was she really
The girl, sat there with her beautiful smile
With her margarita that she had craved all day
The girl in all black,
With her Sephora lipstick
The girl in an unknown city
Making new friends as she went along
I remember her by the canal
Drinking French wine from the bottle
And a baguette from a boy she’d just met
I remember her face once she realised she liked him
I remember her her laugh throughout the night
But the one thing I don’t remember is who she was.
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