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She

She's got bones made of sticks
And man oh how she overthinks
Those two things, I bet are her only kinks
Whatever she's wearing she keeps popping
Which ever path she takes she's leading
All eyes on her and she aint noticing
Her smile consoles the heart
Her words keep in the light
Forget booze
Her humour is the fountain of youth
Her walk is a science mystery, makes you wonder "Who is She?"
Easy pizee if you ask me, SHE'S A WOMAN! Obviously!
Written by Tio
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