MademoiselleA Poem by Dream WeaverPricey toys and dangerous boys oh how it means so much to you a lavish life so misconstrued… Life’s a game you play so well baby I can tell, steal your dreams from a wishing well… Girl it’s you and only you when you spread your honey, how does it feel is it real, you swear it aint the money… Life’s a game you play so well baby I can tell, steal your dreams from a wishing well… No regrets and no one sweats you just utilize, spin your grace that pretty face comes with prudent alibis Life’s a game you play so well baby I can tell, steal your dreams from a wishing well straight to hell. Yes life’s a game you play so well, you cannot break free of this crafty spell in this life of Carasel dear sweet Mademoiselle... © 2010 Dream WeaverAuthor's Note
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