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"Dream girl"
Such a gleeful girl
Fingers twirl in the breeze
Playfully skipping in between trees
About to have tea
With her house guest, Mr. Bunny escorting Barbie
Bursting out with laughter while laying atop a pile of leaves
A tender age where fairytales are possibilities besides words turned on a page
A pretty princess
At last seasons pass, now a teen she dreams of being a beauty queen in the scene, on the cover of all the teen magazines
But things change as months go by, the girl comes home to her parents in the middle of a fight
Dads high
So he put a whooping to her mama's backside
She cries, screaming at daddy to "Stop that!" with all the combat
Unfortunately he attacks her leaving the little lady praying to God he don't come back
You see, the farther struck her down so much, she got comfortably numb from the pain that a few years down the line she turned around and found a guy who had his heart set on doing the same
All the sudden she got a stage name, twerking for work, sliding down a pole to control the toll of each one of their habits they both hold
And when she gets home.
She checks the reflection of the mirror shown
She stares, never aware
That the dreams that came true were nothing less than her worst nightmares
Fingers twirl in the breeze
Playfully skipping in between trees
About to have tea
With her house guest, Mr. Bunny escorting Barbie
Bursting out with laughter while laying atop a pile of leaves
A tender age where fairytales are possibilities besides words turned on a page
A pretty princess
At last seasons pass, now a teen she dreams of being a beauty queen in the scene, on the cover of all the teen magazines
But things change as months go by, the girl comes home to her parents in the middle of a fight
Dads high
So he put a whooping to her mama's backside
She cries, screaming at daddy to "Stop that!" with all the combat
Unfortunately he attacks her leaving the little lady praying to God he don't come back
You see, the farther struck her down so much, she got comfortably numb from the pain that a few years down the line she turned around and found a guy who had his heart set on doing the same
All the sudden she got a stage name, twerking for work, sliding down a pole to control the toll of each one of their habits they both hold
And when she gets home.
She checks the reflection of the mirror shown
She stares, never aware
That the dreams that came true were nothing less than her worst nightmares
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