04 01 10
The life clinic
You touch me in the raw
I am not on the razor edge of chic
I am open flame than glow
I am a wolverine than a cute chick
I cut up rough in any action
And people know my battle cry
The heart of mine of iron section
My lungs emit deep sadness sigh
I have a sturdy masculine physique
I sit on the top branch of the tree
I am giving you now perfect life clinic
What you have much less than me
The life clinic
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