Painted nails never looked so good.
Hands slipped into every one of them.
Curls dangling at your exposed collar.
They'll bounce with every step and move.
Every face is caked with a cherry on top.
The true identity never shows through.
Charm and looks lets you get your way.
Now choke upon the words that you use.
They don't need this, and they don't need you.
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