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that big girl in the cubicle next to mine
singapore 04
I had spoken softly to you, my chubby lady, my big girl
don't be like that, lah
but you only heard with a little ear

your missing smiles dragged you miles away from me
your cheesy talks were the only things I want to listen to
my heart you had anyway, I had thrown away, at discounted price 
in a cheap moving sale out of your mind

your backside was my prairie where my imagination had lain like a fumbling little house
I tried to fathom your heart through the branches of hairs in your nose
source of the mystery of our look to each other
last modified on Mon 10 Apr 2006