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Perfect lips Soft skin Rebbelious side Drenched in sin So new to life Yet nearly adult From A-Z She's made it Unhappily Clumsily tripping through phases She starts with liqour But **** smoke is thicker She picks up a habit Marlboro 27's She kisses them sweetly While stealing they're soles Such inocent eyes With such manipulative goals She cries at night But lets it all go in the sun light A beautiful creature To say, at the least Young lady with no morals And a pocket full of cash I guess she'll die while she's pretty And live life fast She's at the edge of 17 blossoming nicely But baby watch out the real world is nasty
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
The edge of 17.
Perfect lips Soft skin Rebbelious side Drenched in sin So new to life Yet nearly adult From A-Z She's made it Unhappily Clumsily tripping through phases She starts with liqour But **** smoke is thicker She picks up a habit Marlboro 27's She kisses them sweetly While stealing they're soles Such inocent eyes With such manipulative goals She cries at night But lets it all go in the sun light A beautiful creature To say, at the least Young lady with no morals And a pocket full of cash I guess she'll die while she's pretty And live life fast She's at the edge of 17 blossoming nicely But baby watch out the real world is nasty
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
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