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Gather round my dears gather round For this freak of nature that I’ve found Though it’s growing more and more common By the day she’s a tiny girl, eats nothing but Raman Look at her pretty pink cheeks painted on for $50 a jar That ought to last her a week, by then she’ll need a new car Because the old one will have gone out of style She’ll need a new man; this one’ll be out of cash in a while And you can see her waste away before your very eyes You’ll expect her to change but would be in for a surprise She’ll stick her fingers down her throat until she is sore It has been so long she doesn’t know why she does it anymore This pretty pink princess, is incapable of lasting very much longer The men grow bored as she grows old and not much stronger
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
My Dear Sister
Gather round my dears gather round For this freak of nature that I’ve found Though it’s growing more and more common By the day she’s a tiny girl, eats nothing but Raman Look at her pretty pink cheeks painted on for $50 a jar That ought to last her a week, by then she’ll need a new car Because the old one will have gone out of style She’ll need a new man; this one’ll be out of cash in a while And you can see her waste away before your very eyes You’ll expect her to change but would be in for a surprise She’ll stick her fingers down her throat until she is sore It has been so long she doesn’t know why she does it anymore This pretty pink princess, is incapable of lasting very much longer The men grow bored as she grows old and not much stronger
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
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