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That Girl

That beautiful girl,
Sittin in that chair.
Yea that's her,
Sittin way over there.
That skin's so soft.
Makes me think,
that I don't care.

I wanna run up to her,
And tell her how I feel.
But it's a trap,
It's one of Satan's deals.
But for her,
I'll eat my last meal.
And my spirit swims,
Just like an eal.

But it's too late.
She's too far gone.
Exactly like,
the grass on my lawn.
Her eyes were,
A nice piece of art.
I'm just happy that,
I stole her heart.



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