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she's the perfect candidate, perfect coca-cola bottle shape.
her lips are savory looking like large seedless grapes
she's the one you dreamed of when you were growing up she's the one your 
mom gave two thumbs up
this lady cant be real her hair is just so 
she walks on tippy tippy tippy toes
i suppose you would like to know
she was never accused of moving to slow
the light stayed green the lady the pretty lady had no self esteem
her career was from 9 till 10 then she would walk the streets looking for men.
she'd take her blue blazer and hang it in her five door armoire...
take out her neat bun then open up her boudoir.
she must have had 10 or more a week all due to her mind being 
so weak, i just cant believe she was so chic,so unique and looked complete eyes
stern and deep but she was a freak.she often cried herself to sleep. the men that 
would have there way with her they never knew her name, in the morning she'd 
get up and go to work just the same. this lady so demure looked so sweet and 
pure you'd be sure to make her yours. look deep before you leap her honey 
brown skin she was intoxicating like vodka or gin. but if you asked her about it 
she'd just grin... the lady the pretty lady is also known as sin.

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