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A Twentieth Century Girl is out of luck
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A Twentieth Century Girl Series My parents think you perfect,
I am not so sure
for though you seem majestic,
your intentions are not pure.
You claim you love me,
you act the perfect gent,
until the day I say I do
and you take me for every cent.
Though all I own is yours 'my love',
we share it you and I,
through the looking glass I see
that glimmer in your eye,
when moneys thrust upon you,
like water on a duck.
I'd hoped for someone loving
but it seems I'm out of luck.
