Chanell 5
CHANELL 5
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Lost in a jungle so full of different smells,
No worries at all, I would, I will survive!
Strange how the mind works, on what it dwells.
Then, just then, at my nostrils, she did arrive!
My mum, her perfume, she too, still alive!
That old saying, 'follow your nose', well here goes.
Her perfume, chanell 5, please let me find her well?
So, so strong now, I must be getting close?
Voices, all I know, yes there is hers, I could tell.
Thank you chanell 5, for your life-saving smell!
Together once again, thanks to a perfume.
Chanell 5, memories, many, one I won't forget!
Lost in a jungle one warm, sunny afternoon.
Worried then? Yes, but now? Not one regret.
Together, many thanks to chanell 5, you bet!
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2/17/18
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