You blonde girl with high heels and a pretty dress, the world doesnt revolve around you, in the sanitorium we all make a mess, whether your brown..black or blue, you blonde girl who walks in circles and swirls, with 8inch-heels expecting me to pick up your fallen book, most 'high' one you are not a godess, turn around and take a look..life is like a game of chess, you blonde girl who cant shake my hand, my hand is rough or so you say, you think your tongue is a magic wand, anything you want done without delay, when dead girl we ALL decay.......{kaki}
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I would like to translate this poem
you think your tongue is a magic wand, anything you want done without delay - it sounds like mantra. Nice poem about a haughty girl!