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She's a glamour girl
She stands so still
Wears a feather bra
Her hair so high
It starts to sway
When she brushes her teeth
Five times a day
Burlesque attitude
Night-time thrill
She's a glamour girl
And her looks just kill
Beware of her kiss
She'll suck you in
Love her breasts and forget the rest
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The true test, after all, is to be like everyone else. Once that happens, he no longer has to question his singularity. He is free—not only of others, but of himself.
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