They call me a prude, while they call me a whore.
They call me thrilling, while they call me a bore.
Dealing with the paradox often closes a door.
I find friendliness sometimes a chore.
They call me an orphan, and nothing rhymes with that.
They've called me anorexic, while calling me fat.
My name is Caitlin, but my family calls me Rae.
Sometimes a different name keeps Doomsday at bay.
I love this one! Miss you, Caitlin!
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