GUIDE GIRL
Poor girl, look at her face
Her furl, not just a menace
It is something else
Everyone hate
Back home, she was player
She great mome, well known destroyer
She gotten it crazy
She cry it fuzzy
Our intelligent fellow
Taught us ton
To fight or struggle
She win and don't know
Because she's no more
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