I am not into refinery
I don't want sweetener brought to me
I want it made with love
I am not into designer things
You want that Versace
A warning on how your ego sway
Seen your sweetener 'round town showing off your activity
I want it all to myself, exclusivity
Yes, you're doing well, but I buy selectively
I've seen the way you move might make it celebrity
All that entertaining energy just won't get to me
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wow, I really like this. It gives off an aloof vibe, like that of a Persian cat sitting upon a chaise. good work! !