Maroon

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innocence

Empty lips filled with gloss

You think you've got it all figured out

don't you honey?

You've got it all in your mouth

does it taste funny?

Your dress is covered with maroon

letting everybody taste you with a silver spoon

I thought you were for me alone

I like the way you talk on the phone

For me to stare, and them to own

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