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I AM.. An illusion specialist tricks who could never diss The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner is candle lit I squish my feet they crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fit I can't just sit I to MOVE and power walk, because Oprah said it And I won't forget it, she it during the opening credits I'm so I like the smell of coke, get it? I my nose Power to hoes who pound on a hose while playing in a pound of I'm getting plowed, I KNOW It's time to a guy now I just blush and look surprised but the way I plucked my eyebrows Time out, I'm in a booth... reading Danielle Steel And I'm planting peels beneath every damn man's heel Waiting for them to fall for my sad trick I stop, and kneel a little touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feel I'm not real, but got FEELINGS... except in my nipples of the breast implants To my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in pants A club strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream Sipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't the smell of nicotine
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