It's not one's style that corrupts.
Or what one does to give up,
To crucial benefit.
It's not the touches so much,
That others can't get enough...
To crucial benefit.
It's the flair that's there,
Offends and people perceive.
It's not one's style that corrupts.
Or what one does to give up,
That others can't get enough...
To crucial benefit.
It's the flair that's there,
That sickens weakened people.
It's the flair that's there,
That sickens weakened people.
It's the flair that's there,
Offends and people perceive.
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