As I walk by, People can smell my sweet.
They ask what's the name of my perfume?
I don't say nothing, I keep walking and people want to meet.
They talk and assume.
I hear them talking and trying to know.
I turn around and say the color of the bottle is pink
They look at me and I say take a blow.
I turn around and wink.
No one will know the perfume's name.
My mother made it special.
There's no one to blame.
I will always have it special.
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