YY1
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I'm a little twisted, I just can't help it. One day I decided to stare at the forehead of all the people I talked to. It literally drove them crazy. After a minute or two they would ask me why I was looking at their forehead. I stopped before I got punched in the nose. It struck me how just changing your focal point would get that kind of reaction.
I went through a phase where if I didn't like someone, I'd look just past their ear.
They would invariably turn their head in that directing multiple times during the conversation.
Most never said anything.
I did it to a few people I did like, just to see what they would do.
The all asked me if something was in their hair, or behind them.



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(originally written by the great Smoky Robinson and sung by the Contours)