Only Not Him
King Dante
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Do not ever come across him Do not even look at him Even though he is smart And pays bills with his card Do not pay attention go him. Again do not ever find him Do not ever search for him Even though he’s sarcastic And his smile’s made of plastic Do not ever think of him. Do not fall in love with him Do not ever cry ‘cos of him Though his talent is big He’s got different dick Do not ever die for him. You don’t have to take care of him You should not ever stare at him Even when he’s alone He is there and then gone You can not be a girl of him. You must not ever know about him You must not ever laugh with him Though the thread between love And hate is too thin You must be afraid of him.
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Don Bukana
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