You got me red, You got me cold in my apartment screaming yeah. You want somebody who can touch you like I did, I'm your masterpiece my blinded eyes are red. He put that body on me, He sick of callin' no one else. He ain't gon' call it for me, eyes are blinded red. I seem to forget where I am. Love when you comin' over here. Beat down on it, forfeit blinded eyes still red. (OBLONG SHAPED FACE:1) <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration <lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.8> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak Quote: ("She is deathly afraid of chins that have clefts or dimples, so for the love of god, please give her a different type of chin. If her chin has even the slightest crease she will drive a bus full of kittens off a cliff. She went to a foreign country and bought back ally chin filler to give her a plump full chin.")
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