Truth or dare, kiss what’s bare,
That’s it there, fake your care,
Pull her hair, love is rare,
Used her bare, pay your fair
On the chair, her wages stare
On the street, make ends meat,
Take a peek, what you think?
A lovely treat, has a seat,
Safe or beat? Fate shell meet
What a creep, tonight she weeps
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