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FLAWLESS


My name is Taylor and I rock.

I know all of my haters talk.

They're just jealous of all of my skill.

I just remain chill.

I cheer on the Bucs every Friday night

While they're just at home cooking egg whites.

My hair is the bomb.

I always look like I'm going to prom.

I have straight A's

I keep everybody amazed.

I never dissapoint

And my eyebrows, yeah, they're always on point.

 

 

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