She smiles in your face so pretty,
But her intentions are dirty,
Because behind your back it's another story,
And she talks out your business like it was history,
So stop telling her things about you that are confidential,
Because to you she is being hypocritical.
She makes up stuff just to start up a conversation,
But everything she tells you about herself is fiction.
She makes fun of you like you were a dummy.
She's not your friend she's your enemy.
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