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she breathes like a storm, she talks like fire
she walks an attitude, that you can't just hire
she breaks all the rules, she makes her own story
you keep pointing fingers, but she will go for her glory
she has a sweet tongue, but her heart is gold
new are her ways, but her soul is old
she is a little like this, little like that, and little more too
you will never know her, she is a sea, she is the shore too.