The catch

These pages are sick
Can’t say that I must have you
But you are not mysterious
Think you have a mental disorder
For when I told you to kiss my cake did you make it
For I am no little girl who sits quietly
Maybe I play the hand
To confuse you with the whole act
Don’t think I am mysterious
Think I have been infected by your sick ide
Come on give me a kiss now that I have expressed

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