Candy apple red polish
Crazy, drunken alcoholic
Couldn't quit if she knew how
Can't turn back the timer now
Candy apple red polish
Cuticles have been abolished
Cast away her gift from cupid
Cries at night while feeling stupid
Candy apple red polish
Courage on fire, then demolished
Caved into pressures, now she's tired
Chardonnay now keeps her quiet
Candy apple red polish
Chipped her manicure and wallowed
Curling up in drunken sorrow
Cuvée in the fridge for tomorrow
Cringing with only her self to blame
Calling-out her ex-lovers's name
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Mimi Sonner
Just another liberal arts degree holder looking for career fulfillment in all the wrong places.
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