Inspired by the typhoon's gusty winds flapping my dress around like I am some superstar, I have decided to confess my deepest, darkest desire.
Are you ready?
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Wait for it
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I want someone to stop me on the road and go "Girl! You walk like You Da Bomb!"
Are you ready?
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.
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Wait for it
.
.
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I want someone to stop me on the road and go "Girl! You walk like You Da Bomb!"
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