a winter was a reason why she went in and she never cared what we're talking about her nature was proud and ours was mean
she coped your cigarette and a few words swapped she walked away with your ignescent abashed and amorous sight
her attention was not attracted by young fops such as you or me everyone tried to be showy underrating worth of her majesty
she was winsome, she was versatile gifted she painted and made things of clay a pin in a face, two more pins in a face. if u got ten bucks she'd pick ya up for a day
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if you were fortunate one evening then next morning she certainly leaves ya-a
lads thought that a girl like her is one in a million and her sisters envied
it couldn't be bought we all were in fault we all were in fault it couldn't be bought and even dreadnoughts were refused
no one wanted to look deeper all that they were doing was staring at her rear and wanking fancying of long rough screwing
her father had died of alcohol and her mother had run off leaving the girls alone
her sisters were jealous her because she attracted their men and they were angry with her because she didn't make the best use of them
one day she came to a concert with that old drunkard she looked content even happy
time and again crowd whispered and i've heard what a whore what a dirty old man what a dirty old fatso
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she was merely spitting in all these scums in all their faces and she never looked she never looked so happy
then in three months she comitted she commited suicide oh
it couldn't be bought we all were in fault we all were in fault it couldn't be bought and even dreadnoughts were refused
a summer was a reason why she went out a winter was a reason why she went in and she never cared what we're talking about her nature was proud and ours was mean
the summer was a reason why she went out the winter was a reason why she went in her beauty was a reason why she expired but each end of a story is just a begin