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Oct 2017
You know the way she walks through the door like she owns the place and a whole lot more She whisks by your desk with barely a "hi"
but all that changes when she sees a guy

With a giggle  and a toss of her hair
You'd  think she just saw a billionaire
As she barely grunts a hello to you
"Oooooh there's the gal with the Jimmy Choo"

Her charms and wiles they seem to work
She's the favored child but is such a ****
She's phony and stuck up and gets paid a lot
And does she work? I think not!
Amy
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Amy  F/Boston
(F/Boston)   
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