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My girl is a bowl of hash, a familiar looking rash, My girl's my secret stash, my shampooed pile of trash. My girl's a borealis-lit fjord. My girl's a summons ignored. My girl's a beer, freshly poured. A lost tribe's library stored. You've been getting lots of similes but I want your disease. I want your disease. I want your disease. My girl is off-track betting. My girl is a traffic light. My girl is an unmade bed. My girl is a moonless night. My girl is choppy air. My girl is a Golden Corall. My girl is a curse word screamed. My girl is not their scene. You've been getting lots of similes but I want your disease. I want your disease. I want your- From Letras Mania