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scream her name
she is,only thirteen
but she is,a bedroom scene
she doesnt know
everywhere she goes
eyes follow her
short shorts
and cut off shirt
she rides a bike outside
i look at her and hide
she circles her driveway
somedays
if i could have her my way
she would know what she does to the others
and she could not tell her mother
i watch her get on the bus
so full of golden lust
i would break the trust and seduce her
i would buy soda to amuse her
pizza,candy,tv too
just to do what i want to
this is all out of control
her body has become my soul
this is no longer fun and games
everyday
i scream her name
but she is,a bedroom scene
she doesnt know
everywhere she goes
eyes follow her
short shorts
and cut off shirt
she rides a bike outside
i look at her and hide
she circles her driveway
somedays
if i could have her my way
she would know what she does to the others
and she could not tell her mother
i watch her get on the bus
so full of golden lust
i would break the trust and seduce her
i would buy soda to amuse her
pizza,candy,tv too
just to do what i want to
this is all out of control
her body has become my soul
this is no longer fun and games
everyday
i scream her name
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