the girls
Stocking, tights
Dark, bright
Smoke cigs
Take swigs
Do jigs
Masters of Mess
Pop addie for stress
Park walks
Vulgar talks
Careless trippers
Star tippers
Bright lipstick
Drunk till sick
Car wrecks
No incoming checks
Being poetic
Talks of genetics
Uniquely cuss
You can't judge us
Leaves whirl
Just being girls
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