Die Love Thy Looks
Die love thy looks
She isn’t a pretty face inside a reckless tent
She isn’t a princess dice, only you could flip once
With a voice of an angel all men are angles
Drawn by the scent of her perfume
‘‘I PREDICT’ she is a poison to their feet’s
Oh daughter of mine
Let not these scumbags fill their bags
With a taste of your descent kiss
0r a word of your passionate mind
You worth more than just gold and diamond
‘‘listen to your voice’’
‘‘Listen to your light
Don’t let it die young like that
There is a prince just for you my niece
He will cross by in time
He will love you not for looks
He will find you inside your books
Die love to those men, who don’t have shame
Thy looks are not yours to stare at
A good man will come her way someday
Die love to those grumpy fools, who forsake their wives
For just a look.... look aside she’s just a child
Not even your size
Oh! How wicked you men have turned!
Oh! How swallow you have fallen
Find yourself before you die in this shameful dirt
Where you stand....
‘‘Die love, thy looks! End
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