in the sun
she walks her way
on a cross
she finds the stray
tanned skin
and swirled horns
red deep eyes
his clothes with torns
by the lock
she understood
that inded
he ment the good
when in time
he touched heart
all her fears
they fell apart
but the doll
full of lust
tried to get
the male´s trust
can´t suceed
he was mean
called her skint
(whathever it means)
and the doll
was so sad
that fell out
on street like dead
and the mean
made the switch
started to grab
another bitch
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