Harlet Bimbo Airhead Inhuman You heard all the reasons You have all the excuses But a part of you enjoys it. Knowing that your worshipped One way or another And that's just fine It's your life. Besides, only those ones who are worthy Can worship Your mind, and not your body. You get control Of who gets to worship Which parts of you. Keeping them at bay from That hurt child Deep inside. Practically naked You're child is sheltered.Birth sign: Gemini
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