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Hey Miss

Hey Miss, I'm sorry to say this
so sorry but baby; don't worry
You're not exactly like I wanted
not that what in my dreams I haunted

I noticed you don't have brests
there is no need for calling guests
Where are your so soft and thick lips
neither I see any wide hips

I could be fascinated by long legs
does anyone hear my true fervent begs
I would fall in love with shining blond hair
But I'm not given that pleasure, not fair

XL size of nice deep-blue eyes
they conjure crazy all of guys
Smell of you isn't from a fairytale
hope you didn't buy parfume in sale

Not even little reason to be sad
we are all just in different way bad
Non of us is perfect you find out
You will see: in this there is no doubt