Ripped By a Rose
Ripped by a rose
She has a smile worth a thousand sunshines, even in the dark she glows...
She is the girl next door, Mary Jane.
I cannot ask for her numbers for she is the kind that humbles an eagle, she is one of a kind.
I am crushing hard, face first into the hive where bees sting hard like lies.
Tick tock! I am running out of time.... I got to make her mine.
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