Music: The Bad Girl's
Sequenced by Barry Taylor.
|Nicole becomes the object of all
In her men see a thing close to perfection.
Could they but hold her as they would a child,
Or a wounded cat returning from the wild,
Long would she love them with unrestrained affection.
Except they fear her, and so they tell her lies.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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