.[Verse]
Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette
On a Tuesday morn' when I feel humanity slip
From broken hands down to her hips
Realizing lethargy in both her eyes
And as the sun emancipates the dawn
Her tan lines cackle with the power of the allegory
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