You say you’re a Diplomat
but I’ve traded in my
blue books for
cigarettes and
barrettes, pretentious
broads with
platinum
hair,
and talks
of horse
trades.
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You say you’re a Diplomat
but I’ve traded in my
blue books for
cigarettes and
barrettes, pretentious
broads with
platinum
hair,
and talks
of horse
trades.