You were my shink and I shouldn't still stalk you,
My boobs are flat.
Oh if I didn't puke shit, well I would still need it,
There's no sense in that.
Promise if I don't start pushing them higher,
They'll fall back to where they were.

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Well I will look hot as I strip,
I will put my hands up and change gender.
I'll end up as an old hag on some floor,
Thought it was love, but you billed me.

I know your life has much stress and
Destruction, I'll bring it back again.
And your worries will double,
I understand you're forced to talk to me again.
I am sure that this makes sense.

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And if you eat,
Which I'm sure you will.
All that was then,
Will weigh more until
You say: I'll pass
And bite your tongue
And cause you stink,
I will move on.

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