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The beauty of my love
She is the squeaky shoes in a room where testing is going on.
She is the one who I don't know where she came from.
Her hair as greasy as the pizza in the cafeteria.
Why does she have so many bad criteria?
Her breath smells
as well as her armpits
I think she even lives in a pit.
You are the kind of girl
that might even make me hurl
Even though you are so difficult
I couldn't find a better way
To fall in love with you...
- by December Summers |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/17/2009 |
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- Title: The beauty of my love
- Artist: December Summers
- Description: love?
- Date: 04/17/2009
- Tags: beauty love
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