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Mar 2015
I’ve been told I’m a beauty since I was born
You are my little princess; you are so perfect my love.
That is all people have to say to make me go to bed
Because that’s all what people see on me, my beauty and a *** pet.
But mamma’s not here and my daddy ran away
And I just need someone to **** my pain away.
You can be woman or men; I don’t really, really care
I just want you to kiss my neck and let me rest my head on your chest.
Tell me that you love me when you don’t even know my name
My pretty and my legs will love you the same.
So baby, please, make me feel pretty again
You don’t have to stay, but please, make me feel pretty again.
Veronica Cristina
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Veronica Cristina  Puerto Rico
(Puerto Rico)   
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