She catches my eye In the mirror You know, I really don't see Why all the guys Want you Your too short And I know you've Got the tits But really you Could work on That body And your hair May be long But you could use A better cut And what are you Now? Like almost 23? Anchient compared To the rest of us Yet you still Seem to rake them in What's the secret huh? You go down Don't you? I mean you must do Something That your not telling 'Cause no one Would want you This much if you Weren'tBirth sign: Aquarius
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