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The Glitter On Your Lips
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You twirl your hair ‘round your finger,
I long to flash you my middle one.
You bat your thick-with-mascara lashes,
I resist the urge to take your eyes out of their sockets.
You yank my head and kiss me hard,
I hold the green bile inside.
You smile at me seductively,
I grin a fake one, smiling for one thing only.
“Dahling, I’m so glad we’re together.”
Dahling, I’m so glad you’re rich.
I long to flash you my middle one.
You bat your thick-with-mascara lashes,
I resist the urge to take your eyes out of their sockets.
You yank my head and kiss me hard,
I hold the green bile inside.
You smile at me seductively,
I grin a fake one, smiling for one thing only.
“Dahling, I’m so glad we’re together.”
Dahling, I’m so glad you’re rich.
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