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Closed for judging. |
My lover or not? Will he earn me a spot? Inside his heart, Till' death do we part. He's my first love, Oh he's fine, If I can make him mine! My tinted lips,right against his, Oh! What a magical night it is! With his arms around mine, Not even a watermelon Rind, Can make me happier, Then to have first love, In sight of the flatterer. |