Her
Her hair is cherry coke red
Her stanely cup is pink
Her eyes are not dead
Her mind does not think
Her heart is full of love
Her hand is full of yours
Her clothes fit like a glove
Her body holds the cures
The love was never mine
But I held it so tight
Blood as red as wine
Tears reflect the light
All the work I put in
Was never enough
For your love doesn't look within
And my looks are too rough
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