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ChickenWhen bad boys leave Not I, said chicken me Tough strong soul Would rather peck and peck Than sit and mope... Bad boys won't come back Not even the reformed ones And why should I care Or even know? Round brown eyes And defined brows Smiling till my heart is Is pierced And I'm smiling too Giving me a reason To believe in me again |
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