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letra de turkey - o'day ballentine

[chorus]
her spirit never arouse
she sung trial sore of turkey
jealousy winds at her friend mien
(yeah)
dead and gone scent of rose
she cooped fiend
drought of her roots made her mean
(yeah)

[verse 1]
she sought new shores, already dipped in every lake (yeah)
fingernails on scratchcards, graith for a rake
sermon the realm of god, trading her nake for a jake
make mеrry, grasping a lighter path for pleasure
nеver run out of luck, con r-t-rded male the treasure
never bled, in wounds she applied pressure
wagered soul, for the riches to recruit fewer b-tches
had her victims on stitches
waitin’ on brats to grow mustaches

[chorus]
her spirit never arouse
she sung trial sore of turkey
jealousy winds at her friend mien
(yeah)
dead and gone scent of rose
she cooped fiend
drought of her roots made her mean
(yeah)

- oday ballentine

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