Tell me how beautiful she is
The secret of her beauty
Tell me what makes her horny
Mechanism behind her charming look
Tell her to look like me
If more handsome am I
Not to her in appearance
Shameful face she’ll wear
Tell her not to put her
Shoulders on high hill
For I will adore to her taste
But blow to the world when she comes in
Tell her to scrap her planted
Black, brown or blond blinking hair
Yet she’ll be undeniable
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