Girl’s on fire
She’s ready, sun!
Itching, burning, just begun
Next to nothing
Holds her back
Don’t touch this one – you just might crack
Like cold-hot glass, or do, and dance.
I would, would you?
Gold coal, one chance.
Just don’t (make sure)
Breathe in her smoke
You just might, just will, surely choke.
This girl’s on fire
She is on fire
Hair’s on fire, hands on fire, fingers and her feet on fire
Girl’s on fire
so,
world’s on fire.
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