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Fashionista
04:06
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Fashionista
Like a knife you cut through town
You’re killing me without no sound
Those lips those, those legs, those eyes
Those hips and that backside
I want to ask your name
And tell you
You’re driving me insane
Follow you to a cafe
I get the strength to walk your way
So close I smell your hair
You unsuspecting thing you don’t care
That I am standing near
Oh god (last line jumped to a new page on the doc)
(this is the line)
What the hell am I doing here
Whoa oh fashionista
I would really like to meet ‘ya
I notice you from afar
I’d like to know how you became just what you are
Whoa oh fashionista
There’s some things that I could teach ‘ya
I could show you where it goes
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