But, what happens when you go too far?
You end up with a reputation,
of being some goodtime girl.
Then when you want to settle down,
there won’t be anyone around.
All fun can have a penalty,
if you do not watch yourself.
You could end like a lot of others,
just left there on the shelf.
19 May 2007
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