She's always hitting her head
Her hair is falling off her head
She can't tell left from right, up from down, empty from full––she only tells the truth
She can't tell shoulders from hips
Her knees are made of iron, ironclad
Me I’m happy though. Ever since I began my career as a professional freelance basketball player, my life is only loveliness. I go when I say...
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