She's walking Poetry
With her skin glowing and her eyes sparkling and her weird feet
She's a girl who likes her coffee cold
Who loves grass, the green green kind
Who believes in Forever and in Far Far Away
With candy always stuck in her teeth
She's a melody in the air
Her nose is too big and her hair isn't right
She smiles for no particular reason with her crooked teeth
And throws her head back when she laughs
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Love Hates Her