Limp. Guitarded. Fine Girl. Zeneszám

ironically i knew her when sincerity was in her grin and she had this =
power that was within possessing men was commonplace and one good look =
into her eyes and the look on her face as she smiled when i fell and her =
walk - all over me and her talk - behind my back was just about all i =
could take of her new personality and all the money in the world =
couldn't buy her a new personality and all the magazine covers couldn't =

buy her a new personality
Submitted by: Mel