

Hold a wet bouquet
You write on everything, under dogwood
Came the cavalcade
Put that on everything, right that wrongful
Gray, a color-way
A borderline I crossed like mad when
Men, all fold away
And find a bad type inside
I said a bad word (I can't believe you)
Cause I'm a bad girl
Source: LRCLIB
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