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Young girl You get your fix From every other boy that you pick Standards once high, now sink low The attention you crave Does not go unnoticed You are digging a callow grave Once you have realized what you have done All that seemed fun Is now tossed in your face Slow your pace Reaching the high school low is common For the promiscuous freshman Blame the "pressure" for your weekend discretions Adolescent life reflects poker Come monday, you will realize High school is one huge masquerade Young girl, here come the jokers.
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May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
Here Come the Jokers
Young girl You get your fix From every other boy that you pick Standards once high, now sink low The attention you crave Does not go unnoticed You are digging a callow grave Once you have realized what you have done All that seemed fun Is now tossed in your face Slow your pace Reaching the high school low is common For the promiscuous freshman Blame the "pressure" for your weekend discretions Adolescent life reflects poker Come monday, you will realize High school is one huge masquerade Young girl, here come the jokers.
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May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
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