She had a good figure, the girl
Beautiful, but forgotten is the face
There is so many you see
Each while another takes the place
Of the one before, they are just girls
Never by them will his heart be won
Loves just a game to a man like him
Girls are a source of fun.
So by her hair colour she will be known
They forget her face, never knew her name
He cared not for her, she let herself be used
For all girls to Mark are the same.
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