Ones with the pretty voice
Always smiling, it never fades
Light on her face, see no shade
If she were a flower, always in bloom
Never wilt like me, never see gloom
But wilt and die I'd rather
Than be a fake arrangement no matter
How long it lasted
Beauty be blasted
I've lived and I've learned
I've worked and I've earned
The right to be true
For me, not for you
2011
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