in red she tread
oh! what a dread
pouting a smile
prancing on her heels
hating honesty
disliking modesty
she cried!
I hate her you know,
simple, simple woman
I hate her you see,
she follows too many rules
I detest her did you hear
she has a haughty way
last time, I heard her say
my lipstick is too bright for my face!
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