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I take to tarts who flaunt firm flesh or flirt
Who foist false lashes coloured contacts plastic nails
Who squeeze inside school shirts and skirts pose pert
Who on high heels kink calves with gristle quails
Id think they toy at touch and candy dirt
In printed leopard spots and lizard scales
On socks and scarves of silk and chill alert
Id guess they tickle pink just their telltales
Her twinkling almond easy eyes beguile
A scent of orange zest or lemon zest
Informs her tang then skimpy teases test
A lipstick lash of strawberry works wile
Your tart is bittersweet an open pie
Uncovered knees and thighs in naked eye
Chorus pie pai paj