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Mister-Mistress
I- I had a dream of meeting a prince charming or a killer queen then one day, when I was fifteen I beheld the person who filled me up with glee I finally found the person for me wouldn't want anyone by my side but he his heart is so warm, he smiles radiantly a year passes and we are still close as can be then he tells me something I could never foresee My mister became a mistress and you bet she looks better than you in a dress My mister became a mistress yes, I cried, but she retains my love nonetheless Well you say that he's gay there's no way he loves me I don't see why it matters to you anyway There's a thing, well, you see there's a thing that he be and it works out for me because he is a she My mister became a mistress and you bet she looks better than you in a dress My mister became a mistress if she's gay then I haven't a reason to stress I just want her to know I'll always love her so my gut flutters with butterflies hatched long ago It's been two years and counting my breath's snatched, she's astounding she's my queen, I'm her beau to the future we'll go My mister became a mistress and you bet she looks better than you in a dress My mister became a mistress and she knows I love her better than all the rest
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