Never Underestimate
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Walking on the streets all alone
She heard the whistles so loud
She pulled her skirt a little bit
hiding her face in hair, soft and silk
They looked at her like a beast
The lust within them never ceased
She called for help no one heard
So she made them cry kicking the rod
They thought she is very soft and weak
Never again in lust they freaked
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