Lori Bo Bori
We used to fight like tigers on the meat, I always seemed to take the heat, if you got busted doing something wrong, I jumped right in and sang my song, yes I did it, you’ve got your man, he dished it out and called my hand. You’re gone forever my little sis, I get the last word, you will be missed.
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