To my ex flame.
A bottle of tequila makes you fun
The small and mighty L word makes you run
Those must be some sharp sneakers because you turned petty
quick
You ran with all your might to escape me
Burned yourself with your own wick
Bet you wish you had me
Does she do the trick
I was
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!
SLOWLY and CLEARLY……………..
Grosso Bastido………………………………………………..
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