No not the heiress just one from an escort service
They say with identity comes purpose
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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