November
Tuesday 11 December 2007 photo 1/1
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My dear you’re popping pills and go clubbing. Worry about your thighs and posing in the mirror. When you say prepare you shave your legs. You turn the lights of even though you act with confidence. How come you lie about your meals? This girl of mine, I’d like to brag of her. But she does these idiotic things. I’d like to say that she’s all fine. But I can only claim that she’s mine. Do you still wonder why? Sweetie, you choose light and never feel peckish. You say you love to party but you stay home friday night. Refusing lowcuts and I’d like to see you strong. You run a thousand miles and don’t get tired. What’s chasing you? - Sitt down we need to talk. You cannot brag and this I know. You won’t understand the things you do. Stand still just bit more, it’ll pass. I know you can’t brag.
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