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The floor tells me your awake, Dreams from your hair you shake, And you steal my thoughts,I kinda think I want some back, cause you are a curve, that does not crack You are bamboo, so don't ******* move, your foreign to these shores You weren't advertised well, and you can't be bought from any stores, like most girls these days,
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Bamboo
The floor tells me your awake, Dreams from your hair you shake, And you steal my thoughts,I kinda think I want some back, cause you are a curve, that does not crack You are bamboo, so don't ******* move, your foreign to these shores You weren't advertised well, and you can't be bought from any stores, like most girls these days,
You little thief Chloe
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
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