Many women wander
Hoplessly around the store
Some Smell of oder
Iv never smelt before
Taking their last strenght
To reach for the special cream
' sorry can i help you? ' The helper says.
But ignored like only a dream
Evil eyes are scatterd
For jelously is about
The one who finds the treasure
Must not ever shout
Its worse than the start of war
But sadly know one can win
Women would do anything
To find the formula for younger looking skin
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