I walk around from place to place
and I see beauty
and I **** my head
and I think
and I go back home
and I find my mirror
and I touch my face
and I fix my hair
and I fix my stance
and I straighten my skirt
and I think I need new
and I spend my quarters
and I hope new things make me
shiny
and I hope you like shiny.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:57 PM UTC
I walk around from place to place
and I see beauty
and I **** my head
and I think
and I go back home
and I find my mirror
and I touch my face
and I fix my hair
and I fix my stance
and I straighten my skirt
and I think I need new
and I spend my quarters
and I hope new things make me
shiny
and I hope you like shiny.
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