Brush up

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i like the though of you in the morning 

how you slide in through the door , je adore 

how you brush my hair and decided i should to wear

i like to be your little dress up doll 

from a rag doll  that always seem to fall 

to a girl that standing tall 

i like how you put that gloss 

on me , it  made me feel like kate moss 

and how you had that touch 

of making me feel like a catch 

like i wore princess when i wore hospital mess