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Jan 3
You ask me?
Why I never around your girlfriends?
I play it off and avoid her company.

Because she wicked.
Smile before your face.
Play the game well.
But she wicked.

She hands me notes that I toss aside.
Try to come to the house when you're not around.
Under the disguise she is looking for you.
But she wicked than anyone I've seen.

My friends (the guys)
Advise me I should tell you.
But they don't know you like I do.

Girl might catch a concussion from all her trouble.
But she wicked, yes, a devil with a sweet smile.

But a woman made to cause trouble.
She wicked, wicked.

I might tell you to solve the problem.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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