The
bohsia women
It
isn't confined to the cities
Even
in smaller towns
You
will hear the stories
The
loose women
They
just want to have fun
While
they are still young
Be
the fast and furious paces
Once
the youth is gone
They
will craze for it someday
But
it will be the memories
Once
they had been
Be
them prizes
Sleeping
around
With
different young studs
The
night is still young
The
loose women
Sometimes
they are careless
Pregnancies
bloomed
Abandoned
babies too
When
they are young
The
adventures part of their lives
Lived
it good or bad
When
they are old living in memories
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