Mary
She is a girl really fantasmagoric
She doesn't want to take the things, even the dreams
Too seriously
And when she
Asks for money to her twisted daddy
He does not even complain
He rather yields to her whims
Cause when she smiles
It takes you far from reality
And when she cries,
You would give her everything
Could I see your face
'No you couldn't'
Could I touch your arm
'Oh you shouldn't'
Could I see you hips
'Don't even...'
Could I kiss your lips
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