Come Little Girl

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He may be
A hardened wolf
That you've picked off the streets
But I am the pet tiger
For whom you've broke the leash
Do not think for one moment
That anything but my fur is soft
So tell me your price little girl
Of which my freedom has
Perchance, it is
Your own freedom at last?

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 15, 2018 ⏰

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