Girls change their attire, like
The chameleon its skin.
But why they change their mind,
More often than their dress!
I compare a lady to a snake,
That uses its tongue to kill.
It sucks with its tongue of venom,
And thinks it's honey to taste.
Just like the kite floating up so high You often see me floating in the sky You wonder what keeps me so gay "He is always so jovial,...
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