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Oct 2019
Whisky in his hand
A smile on his face
He beckoned me in
Pure sin

It could never last
Love came and went so fast
Left me with a hole
A broken soul

I've seen the new girl
Blonde and skinny
Of course she's pretty
Wearing that string of pearl

Whisky in his hand
A smile on his face
He beckoned me in
Pure sin
Written by
Sian Rogers  27/F
(27/F)   
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   Surbhi Dadhich
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