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by Barbi Taylor Mar 20, 2008 category : Love, romance / lost love
Red finger nails. Pink pouty lips. Cute little figure With those curvy hips. No wonder you want her. I totally see! There is no comparison, Between her and me. You love her the way I begged to be treated You left me alone, Beaten, and mistreated. I cant walk away from this Not just yet... I just gotta know How she made you her pet. The phone calls at night Walks on the beach All of her charm... Could she possibly teach?