she walks in polka dot cotton socks
her zebra skirt, shocks
the masses
lowering looks, as she passed by
one thing
on her mind
high school crush
poppers in the locker room
what a rush
both of them
hooded smile feline
touch of class
clash
ever lasts, that lasts
style that screams
yeah, yeah, yeah
wanting fire
on her mouth, wow! wow! pout!
she'll knock you out
fresh tie crisp, like that "hey ya" thing fills
adrenaline
under her skin, vicious circle
thin, thin, thin
bangs, white leather gloves. long legs, looking for love
power. wow! her
she wants it. takes it. makes it hers.
underneath it all like a big dress
there's a story in her eyes
i....
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