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Hi, I can’t help looking at you I like your lavender dress What’s your name? You’re a fascinating woman You do the tango well I’d like to dance with you .
Shed your skin of cotton with dirt and grime complete. Feel the smooth brown marble floor that’s cold against your feet. Turn the metal handle, almost entirely to the left. Feel the frigid arctic water that takes away your breath.
The woman standing about 15 feet away from me is wearing a dress Black i’m assuming from the edge around her coat
And then I see you 500 dollar dress Hanging like the ghost of a girl who could have been Still shining in the darkness of my closet With your emerald pleats and sweetheart neckline
Hello I’m Drizella I’m going to marry a fella Royal and tall He’ll catch me when I fall during the waltz and the tango   Wrapped in a bow
I long to see my father again Who past suddenly But just away One day we will meet again For now I have his heart at bay.   I have been the sweetest girl I wish I could of spread love more
I long to see my father again Who past suddenly But just away One day we will meet again For now I have his heart at bay.   I have been the sweetest girl I wish I could of spread love more
i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me in her mirroras she applies exactly the necessary line
"It's a disguisting color!" Well, mam, I beg your pardon.  But that color I just mentioned- Happens to be my favorite.    "It keeps you awake." Can't deny that one, But that's the fun,
I really thought that if I went to your ball, We wouldn’t speak, But the sight of you would make me weak, And surely I’d fall. Because you,
This Beauty Company's Sales Plummeted Because of Kylie Jenner How is Kylie Jenner affecting a beauty brand's sales? When does your fragrance expire?
I like to see the snow fall
Cut offs instead of skirts, t-shirt instead of sweaters, earbuds instead of earrings, is what makes my life a lot better.   Didn't fake a smile as a kid,
With want I watch the hunter and his dear. His delight; unfaltering, does not cease. A mere goodbye; you help me in my fleece- Out to the woods, to the cold morning’s air.  
We were not born fake  Our cries were real  So real like that pain we feel the purity of our souls were turned inside out dried right up like a bad droubt  who are we trying to impress?
I wear a red dress; Bloodied from a long lost heel; I am now a woman.
  Its simple parts cannot ever redress The mystery that dances across its folds Cloth and thread, no account for the success Which strikes plain garment with magic untold The power it wields to fully impress
It was hanging on display in the open closet near a tarnished chain connected to a frosted light bulb,   the jaundiced dress, folds and pleats in need of ironing. The skirt was as thin and transparent
The black dress swirls when she spins. It follows her movements and seems to know exactly where she wants to go. It knows where she’s been and where she is destined to visit. The little girl’s favorite dress is her paper.
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