i talk a lot about men, despite the fact i am a factory made women. consisting of a red leather lipstick and a few moments of female madness. a real velvet star.
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Stories by velvettsttar
i wanna be joan baez
i had to leave
i wasn't a doormat
you was the hardest to go by
like church on a sunday
mouth to man
for the men we live for, cry for, die for, lie for.
for the women who understand that.
sing it to me slowly, let us last...
salty poetry about your man you love, your man who hate, or just men in general.