saint pepsi

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Saint pespi

The martyr of sweets

Her lips are so cherry

And she'll cost you one heart apiece

Those holy words in your ear will leave you tipsy

Ain't got nothin' but her number on this receipt

That high blood pressure doc', it looks a bit sketchy

'Cause these kisses are leaving my head in peace

But even then, these texts she's leaving also leave me narcolepsy

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