No More Than Seventeen
Yet Any Boy's Wet Dream
Smells of Lust and Tequila Rose
Follows Where Ever She Goes
She's Under Raw Disco Lights
Lads Rip Her New Tights
Her Guess Bag and Velcro Lips
Skirt Slips Off Her Tattoo'd Hips
Panda Eyes, A Morning To Face
Her Bed is Never A Lonely Place
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