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May 2018
She walks with a flick of the hair,
Step after step with her crew,

She watches me and my group of friends up and down,
Like she is the bo$$ that wears the crown,

Red lipstick plastered on the lips,
Gives the classic eye roll and the swing of the hips,

The Girls want to be her and the Guys want to be with her,
But the closest they can get is to let her be there ruler
Teesha
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