"Unlucky seventeen, already handed plans for the future, Glamour obsessed, told how to dress, and shown how to think, And I don't have a job, but I can show you how to be a slob, So many days, wasted and glazed, Sometimes I laugh aloud as I think about, You asking me "Please can you help
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yeah, whatever.
.holli.
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