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The Devils Blues


Sweet nice girl use to be innocent

But she is not an infant

Use to be all day with her to be her guardian

But fell into the blue lake filled with scorpion

Use to be the cure so all her hatred now

And all she says when I chatting with someone its always wow

She call me a dummy

I call her a bunny

All she wants is money

While I am not so lucky

There isn’t any blood between her leg

So there is no point to beg

Why am I crying it is because of you

All you  said was I bid you a do

 you leave this poor girl alone

like you have another clone

you see me as a slut

saying I’m always showing my but

why don’t we bothe drink some booze

after all were are both in the devil blues

 

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pixieluv4
<p>this is really cool. Very nice job, the ending really flowed well!</p>

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