Weens the world as naive as her,
All she wants is a parallel buzz others crave,
But all the do is coerce her to suffer,
And that one girl is called a slattern.
Tries to blossom through her adloescence,
Harbours a thousand fears,
The dusk makes her wail her presence,
And that one girl is called a slattern.
Flaw is she could never appreciate people's hypocrisy,
Would never change herself for them,
She is laughed at for not sustaining an ounce of insincerity,
And that one girl is called a slatter.
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