I knew this one girl,
Drowned in her own curls -
Candy colored swirls,
That never seemed to end..

I could [bad word] Half what she said to me
So casually -
All our tender ears would bend

Tales of ritual self-torture..
She's making you abort your
Most carefully laid plans..
To make a final stand,
Rest of world to hand
scoreless victory for serendipity..
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Текст писал на слух - могут быть неточности. (Mik_Fox)