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Line up the Bottles on your dresser Ordered And measured Have the water Lines gone down? So much perfume So little time So much bodyspray, our Well-scented crimes. Can I smell Better than the Next girl? Should today be "Fruited Almond Flower Quell" Or "Coconut Island Sugar Swirl"? What does it matter? Just bathe in it There's always tomorrow for "French Hibiscus Pomegranate". Because we're all just Femme fatales Or maybe our nostrils Can no longer smell.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Bodyspray
Line up the Bottles on your dresser Ordered And measured Have the water Lines gone down? So much perfume So little time So much bodyspray, our Well-scented crimes. Can I smell Better than the Next girl? Should today be "Fruited Almond Flower Quell" Or "Coconut Island Sugar Swirl"? What does it matter? Just bathe in it There's always tomorrow for "French Hibiscus Pomegranate". Because we're all just Femme fatales Or maybe our nostrils Can no longer smell.
Copyright 12/18/14 by B. E. McComb
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
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