Lips of fire

She had lips of fire

Eyes of blue

Oh my desire

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She was listening to heavy metal

I don't usually abide with it

But I was listening too watching her spray the flower petal

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She was good to her flowers

She was to them as a child

She sprayed and dabbed and sang to the by the hours

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She had hands so small

And she liked to read Edgar Allen Poe

Her favorite saying was quoth the raven never more
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LOve...Jaqi
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