Lies

kiss my petal-pink lips

 

hold My tinny hands

 

stroke my porcelain cheek

 

if you only knew

not every doll is a sweet little Girl ;

 

kiss my petal-pink lips that lie

 

hold my tinny hands that stab girls in the back

 

stroke this porcelain cheek That blush roses when I smile wickedly

 

Haha

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