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Your hairs light brown a bob and fringe close cut
Your Woippese charms infatuation fulfil
You captivate vast others too they grill
You strike as serious scarcely rid of rut
It hurts I hear you slurred a secret slut
Your rosy cheeks are chattered run of mill
Your nervous character is nattered nil
Your pithiness is pealed a pain in butt
Youd wear offshoulder sleeve a touch of queer?
You might as well exhibit wholly nude
Youd wear acrylic short shorts fabric sheer?
A pantyline and cameltoe ape lewd
I was indignant then I crawl contrite
Your controversial style sense scales such height
Chorus contrite penitent remorseful