.In the square, I waited for you
Trick, trick
She's the eye of the storm, born in the city I live
Her vanity's dressed up as virtue in broke shoes in our schools with tattoos upon the skin
She used to make do, but now she makes men
Fall at her feet, weak, their tongues .
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