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Sep 2010
Show me your ****
Show me your ***
Where's your respect?
Where is your class?

Watching her dance, you want to see more...
You chat, she responds, caught on the lure.
Online still the same, a stripper, a *****..

I guess you weren't thinking..
at least not with your head (hah).
You're **** making decisions for you now instead.
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Jane
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