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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 1. How didn’t I know an expensive dress can cover a straggly skin? my attention has now been diverted to an escape as this voluptuary being puts me under a deadly review a lesson adequately learnt but with burnt tonsils. Chorus Where is my class? How bad is my taste? Eyes jumping over the mind a grade nine she seems a grade five she actually is. 2. I thought I’ve found an apaulette for my proud shoulders. I was hoping the goods was worth more than my basket but to realize her class just cracked in the glass and charm comes in a blob as I act the flunkey to time for this dire situation to pass by. Chorus Where is my class? How bad is my taste? Eyes jumping over the mind a grade nine she seems a grade five she actually is. 2. I saw a potential click but paneer and mango juice is what it is her courtesy is weak kneed with muggy romances far from assorted I’ll need a salve on the mental injury she’s inflicting else I’ll end up under her heavy slab. Chorus Where is my class? How bad is my taste? Eyes jumping over the mind a grade nine she seems a grade five she actually is. 3. Even with all my weaponry I landed in the wrong camp it’s been a while my heart winced cos of my eyes impossibility is getting a spring from this puddle, better dividends will come from a jail bait than this pick I bite myself for. Chorus Where is my class? How bad is my taste? Eyes jumping over the mind a grade nine she seems a grade five she actually is.
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