dirty deeds
Evil Eyes darkened a mischievous face
On the other end so heavenly in its place
Like your favorite ice cream flavor wasting away in the hot sun
So innocent and pure until life had really begun
Dirty deeds her favorite game
dirty deeds she loved you to complain
Her weird smile lured you in
Hats really when her fun begins
The nickname of no one
You had to cry if she was done
Made you look as bad as sin
Hats when her dirty deeds stepped in
Who knows if she meant good or bad
Experience with dirty deeds so often I have had
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