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May 2015
Inhaling smoke on my front step, they always **** me with their eyes
All the men who live near by, they're a bunch of ***** guys
I find it fun to taunt and tease them every time I go outside
Wearing tiny skirts and dresses that show more than just my thighs

And when I drop my cigarette to the ground,
I bend over and make them make whimpering sounds
As they run back inside after they've seen enough
I press up my round ******* and give my skirt a fluff
Arlo Disarray
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