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back of the bus
I hear you at the back of the bus Staring eyes up my legs I hear words describing my body From my toes to my head You talk about what you would do But you dont see my music is paused You are being quite creative But I still wont applause Your lack of balls…
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her body
Her body untouched, but not anymore The eyes of men who saw sawed into her body with their glare By hands who got lost got lost in the curves from her neck to her thighs sighs of desperation, asking herself how to get out of that situation Taylor