Im not your average women, finesse and fakeness are what I lack.
Hands apon my hips instead of rested in my lap.
Raining like its pouring sending a scent of absolute delight
I take away your buoyancy once I tread into your limelight.
Whilst plugs and wires become twisted at mine silly clumsy feet, my voice decides to leave me with grand authority and my fretfulness turns sweet.
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