Empty eyes of sorrow and sadness
Stare into a constant void of madness
With her blonde colored hair
Upon hours I could stare
And hold no cares.
For a maiden so fair
My lifetime I would share
And be forever paired.
Some say it's quite drastic
But she's quite elastic
Who cares if she's spastic
When she's made of plastic
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
Empty eyes of sorrow and sadness
Stare into a constant void of madness
With her blonde colored hair
Upon hours I could stare
And hold no cares.
For a maiden so fair
My lifetime I would share
And be forever paired.
Some say it's quite drastic
But she's quite elastic
Who cares if she's spastic
When she's made of plastic
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