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Oct 2013
lui/elle
Her
I'll change for you
I'll swing my hips,
paint my lips red
curl my hair and eyelashes
will you love me then?

Him*
I don't love her any more
she bats her eyelashes
pouts her lips
and wears tight pants
why'd she change?
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