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Dc Blues
Was a small town girl, With big city views. Gained a reputation, On the front page news. Met a rich young man, While serving hors d'oeuvres. She noticed his smile, He admired her curves. She was born dirt-poor, He topped the A-list. They slipped out back, For a moonlight tryst. A heavy kiss first, Then the garments dropped. No sooner began, When the flashbulbs popped. Blinded by the lights, And caught unaware. An eager press core, Took shots of the pair. Little did she know, This senator's son. Running for position, Like his father had done. Crowned a tabloid queen, In the blink of an eye. Made her friends all laugh, And her parents cry. Everybody in town, Wants to know her name. Now they chase her down, As she hides in shame. With no repercussions, For the senator's son. Daddy payed through the nose, For the office he won. A sad twist of fate, Nobody would choose. That poor little girl, Got the D.C. Blues.
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