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Monday, April 9, 2012

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Never let the Heart choose for the Mind,
Never let the Soul choose for the Body,
Never letting you back in.
It's time for me to get back on my grind,
Never again gonna fall behind.
You said Jump, I said How High?
You said Come, I said When?
You said I'm your girl, I said you're my guy.
You think of me, so unkind, so unlined.
Please, no whining, because I must decline.
Please let me, to you, remind.
I may be shy, but baby, let me tell you.
You're never getting it like me, so refined.

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