Covered in apple skin
She was enjoying herself quietly
Soft in her skin dress
She was enjoying herself quietly
One day when she was at   apple blossom
And she was walking in town
She sucked her chest wanting to seduce a man
She snowed glucose right up to her eyelashes
As a cloud tart
She didn't seduce anyone
She snowed glucose on herself
Above her eyelashes then she said to herself
What is it it's good
To split while running
Three clouds in passing
Ola pretty junkie told him a Spaniard
Who firmly believed
That she was snorting glue
Her tears flowed suddenly
Like from an open cloud
Watering her chest with an abundant river
Her dress suddenly fell, began to shrink
Transforming very quickly into a pathetic core
In a rapid breastwork
She tried to sketch but it was too late
Her breasts were crushed

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