Honda Fit I know a girl who gives me palpitations of a higher magnitude Whenever she walks by, my earth quakes, I guess she sends signals through millibars Her face is a universe, eyes like thrilling stars And the feeling starts.... I call her Rover, she comes from an exotic Range Curves like vines, poisonous hips I bet roses smell bitter compared to her scrumptious lips Girl is shaped like a Coca-Cola bottle Turning a blind eye that she's empty when the sweetness is gone She's the type of girl all the boys wanna smash A Coca-Cola bottle on 7.8millibars, they have dropped her, luckily she never smashed She has turned into a port where boys park their genitals She lost herself, trying to please friends Following trends She plays the bitching part in the ends Caring about designer clothes Focusing on who's hot and got the best flows She likes making noise, like an empty can If she was a mother, I'm sure she'd be packing tins of empty Nan They call ...
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