I meet her in the IKEA after work
wearing the same black flats.
I see her push through the bricks in the divider
And I know she smells like chamomile.
She’s the hottest soldier since Joan of Arc
and she fights for peace at home.
I meet her in the IKEA after work
wearing the same black flats.
I see her push through the bricks in the divider
And I know she smells like chamomile.
She’s the hottest soldier since Joan of Arc
and she fights for peace at home.
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