RENTING
CONVERTIBLES
LYRCALLY
It's all so smug : the bitches with
superiority not sure of what they
are. Might as well be a convertible
why not. Everybody seeks their
mystery of being : 'I want to be
what I am not?' Top-down joys
of the girls with no tears. Fools
run foolish when fools run young.
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