The Real You - Poem by Babette Teeth
The real you, the bare you
It's what for my competition
Look closely, Look carefully
What's the real you
You took away the glories that for granted?
Men they believe in your cheat
Yeah, my sadness
Is it the madness that you love crazily?
It's the time to get away
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