Vanity
door De onbekende dichter
Vanity, my enemy
in tight denim jeans
she keeps my doubt in mind
Innocence, smuthered by a cheap thrill
she laugh's seeing me fail
flabbergasted eyes focus on the male
keeps playing with the pride of my kind
For she's got something to say to me
She's like a personal remark
She's got something to say to me
but darling, I just don't mind
Vanity, my enemy
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