She was punk
n' she loved jazz
She could be active
but a little passive
She would be be lunatic
in the great big antartic
She was strange
but also insane
Little bit crazy
little bit lazy
Originality
was kind of her personality
She could love
She could moan
She'll be mine
sometime
I'll be hers
till i lose my breath
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