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Peer Pressure

If i don't groom my hair like the cock, and return from home before night clock, nor did i wear a jean rag they'll say i don't have swag. Did he flirt around? jane,julie ,he has girls abound? Did he pencil his trousar or wear it below his waist? No! Was always the answer, ah! They say my youth is a waste. If i don't drink and i don't smoke they'll say my maturity is still shrink and the notification i get is a poke. But i know who i am i know what i am though their pressure be strong as a cyclone i'll remain THAT DECENT BOY!

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