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Society deemed her erotic 
Society said she was problematic 
"Who cares what they think?" is what she said 
Laying in her bed while her eyes turned red 

She turned brothers down but they lied about it 
Telling their friends how she was all up in their business and she couldn't handle it 
Society made her go mad 
The thought of things people said about her was way too bad 

She was a virgin in reality 
But had slept with the whole town in fantasy 
People claiming she was a junkie for the good stuff and ecstasy 
It's sad how society made her cry 
Society was the reason she took a lot of pills so she could die 

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