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she is pure perfection
she needs no correction
she is, in every way, pure
every move she makes is sure

her dress is a pearly, pure white
so white it has its own light
eternaly roaming Between Earth
finding people who are good despite their girth

her life is always good and true
even of that makes her blue
she guides people to be like her
to be holy workers, adorned with gold and myr

she longs for her very own bad boy
the juicy steak in her diet of soy
the adrenaline rush from riding his motor bike
is somthing she has come to like
it beats her holy, horse drawn charriot
to be a rebel like a Yankee patriot

alas her Father hates his
and she must accept this as is
but she strays from her duty
to go with him to a movie
to bad movies here are all history
but to be with him, to her, is not a mystery