long magical black flowing locks wiggling in the wind on my brand new harley that can't be driven so i just stare at it from my wheelchair.
I have wrinkles as deep as your grandma's belly button.
Eyes as blue as the deep blue sea.
And everybody laughs when they're starin at me
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