Appearing on the streets, without any shame, The crowd points at you, Like it was forbidden to pronounce your name, The name, of the one who causes the furry among the saints, Of the one that every good wife admires and hates. You stand the blame... Annie Shame. You are the fantasy of every good man, His nightmare and the sweatest dream, They wish to hold you, so beautyful in their hands, Untouchable, irresistible and free. They redoubt your secrets, As under the scarlet letter you live; Affraid for the good name of their houses, Annie Shame, you wake the furry among the saints, By knowing much more then their spouses...Birth sign: Cancer
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