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HOT
"She’s hot" The dancer on tv 100 pounds over Hot doesn’t describe me "Oh yea, she’s hot" He smiles as the neighbor speaks The body makes the words more interesting I sit looking down at my mounds and peaks How long has it been That anyone said about me "She’s hot" Those words makes me feel so lonely
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