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The Subtle Way This Ain T No Fashion Show

Flaws my grain, and further to you Not this time, I wont be so quick to Further my flaws I wont stand firm so you can learn But I can?t let go, for I

the fume make me feel smothered The way it melt fiends can't believe it's not butter The way it melt he won't cop from none other Then he who holds O'

head under the cupboard In the kitchen till the fume make me feel smothered The way it melt fiends can't believe it's not butter The way it melt, he won't