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Sep 2018
Baby's got wings, she's a dragonfly
claims to have dome things nobody tries
says she likes magic and movies on crime
I'm grateful she isn't mine

Last time I saw her was at the club
said she had gone there to mix it up
with the fine gentlemen her figure caught
she asked me to not interrupt

So I will leave her alone
she'd tear the flesh from off my bones
my skeleton would be a trophy she'd toss
into the gutter, forever lost

One day she'll  fall from her sky
to her every guy's just a meal, just a fly
I know when I'm gone, she wont bother to cry
but her heart of stone will die
Written by
Alfredo Ron
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