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Hot summer streets I'm hot, you're cold. Chimpanzee's is hatin' You think I'm pretty. She's got both hands, High-rise, veins of the avenue. I kinda feel like it don't make sense. I grew tired of the same, then one night... Rainstorm, take me away from the norm. If God had long hair and a goatee, I don't wanna be the girl that laughs the loudest. Hands down, I'm too proud for love.
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michelle-a-gardner
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Apr 28, 2012
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