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| - I was at Phineas and Ferb's house again today when Phineas asked me something. "Isabella, who do you like?" Phineas asked me. 'I don't think that boy across the street' 'Has ever looked this good to me' 'He tells me about his device' 'And I count the colors in his eyes' 'He'll never fall in love he swears' 'As he runs his fingers through his hair' 'I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong' 'And I don't think it ever crossed his mind' 'He tells a joke I fake a smile' 'And I know all his favorite things' 'And I could tell you his favorite color's green' 'He hates to argue, born on the seventeenth'
- Part of the Songfic Series He's nice and pretty open, so I'm expecting to be taken for a ride. He talks to be about how he got into a scruffle on the border patrol, and I stare into his eyes and see how many colours there really are in there. He says he'll never fall in love. Ever. I hope he doesn't truly stick to his word, and that he'll fall in love with me. I really don't think he thinks about it. He says something to me and I nod towards him, but I'm thinking about something else. I know all his favourite types of prey, and he doesn't realise it. I know his favourite colour, which is green.
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| - I was at Phineas and Ferb's house again today when Phineas asked me something. "Isabella, who do you like?" Phineas asked me. 'I don't think that boy across the street' 'Has ever looked this good to me' 'He tells me about his device' 'And I count the colors in his eyes' 'He'll never fall in love he swears' 'As he runs his fingers through his hair' 'I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong' 'And I don't think it ever crossed his mind' 'He tells a joke I fake a smile' 'And I know all his favorite things' 'And I could tell you his favorite color's green' 'He hates to argue, born on the seventeenth' 'His sister's insane, he has his mother's eyes' 'And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie' 'He looks around the yard' 'Innocently overlooks the truth' (I know, it doesn't rhyme) 'Shouldn't a light go on' 'Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long' 'He sees everything in black and white' 'Never let nobody see him cry' 'I don't let nobody let see me wishing he was mine' 'I could tell you his favorite color's green' 'He hates to argue, born on the seventeenth' 'His sister's insane, he has his mother's eyes' 'And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie' 'He stands there then builds away' 'My God, if I could only say' 'I'm holding every breath for you' 'He'd could tell you that he can play guitar' 'I think he could see through everything but my heart' 'First thought when I wake up is 'My God he's beautiful 'So I put on my pink bow and pray for a miracle' 'Yes, I could tell you his favorite color's green' 'He hates to argue oh and it kills me' 'His sister's insane, he has his mother's eyes' 'And if you ask me if I love him, if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie' I smile and say softly, "No one, Phineas."
- Part of the Songfic Series He's nice and pretty open, so I'm expecting to be taken for a ride. He talks to be about how he got into a scruffle on the border patrol, and I stare into his eyes and see how many colours there really are in there. He says he'll never fall in love. Ever. I hope he doesn't truly stick to his word, and that he'll fall in love with me. I really don't think he thinks about it. He says something to me and I nod towards him, but I'm thinking about something else. I know all his favourite types of prey, and he doesn't realise it. I know his favourite colour, which is green. He will stick up for himself. Some might say he's arrogant, because I think he does it for the fun of it. His sister, Petalfall, is beautiful. And his eyes are the exact same as his father's. I would lie if anybody asked me about loving him. I will always say no, despite what I think. He always is searching my face and mind. Although he always ignores the fact that I love him. Shouldn't he know? Shouldn't he remember the word "love"? I know his every expression, and look he could possibly do. He sees things only two ways. He doesn't let anybody see him cry. I don't let anybody know, via my body language, that I love him so much. He loves the colour green. He's pretty defensive, and if he's bored, he'll start an arguement for the heck of it. Petalfall is really pretty. And his eyes are the same as his father's.
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