Then I walked with it
The hair with the spray
I heard their whispers
Praising my little grace
I was warm
With little stress
No burn on my face
Lovely was the time
Oh my bliss!
I never reached the line
Coz I took a shiny diamond
And sold my dire grace
Bad, I broke their hearts
That they changed their view
Immoral teen I became
With my structure changed
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