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So when I go to write this all I can think of are song lyrics. So, here goes...Internets if you can tell me the bands.
She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Hey! You're a crazy bitch
But you fuck so good I'm on top of it
When I dream I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So, if those verses don't give you enough of an idea of who I am, please remove yourself from my profile. You are too dense to ever understand or keep a woman like me.
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