Skin, the color of JIF
Hourglass with Extra Sand
My Thighs Touch
Pigeon-Toed Feet
And I'm Just 5'2"
My Outside doesn't draw my Inside
It's tell nothing about my mind
How open my heart is, can't be seen
My eyes might be the windows to my soul
But it's a lot of furniture in my life's home
Oh, but you looked at me and determined my life
Hope you wrote that in pencil
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