She had a chest of drawers
Longings from ankle up
Paper chips of lips
A made up mind of shells and nuts
She was unceremoniously
civil
Quick to wink
Hand chilling icebergs
An immitation belt made of mink
She sang blues in pink
While spitting out punk
Indifferent to age
Pure as road **** skunk
"It's my life , I'll do what I wanna!"
As they put her in Paddy
Drove her insanely station
"Come now my Laddie!"
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 6:33 PM UTC
She had a chest of drawers
Longings from ankle up
Paper chips of lips
A made up mind of shells and nuts
She was unceremoniously
civil
Quick to wink
Hand chilling icebergs
An immitation belt made of mink
She sang blues in pink
While spitting out punk
Indifferent to age
Pure as road **** skunk
"It's my life , I'll do what I wanna!"
As they put her in Paddy
Drove her insanely station
"Come now my Laddie!"
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