The streets are paved with gold
My heart has oversold
My mind is a train wreck
Oh, how the world seems such a trek
I drink coffee that is black
But my body still seems to slack
My hair is woven into a thick mess
My eyes have been shaped as almond windows
My lips are equivalent to a speakerphone
But even though my hands are small,
My hips not,
And even though I am not intensive
I've been told I'm aggressive...
31-07-2009 - Vapiano, Great Portland Street
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