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.Smooth Talker.

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naruhina101

Published: Jul 28, 2009

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_{What a smooth talker
Talks like he owns the world
Walks like he is the world
Devilish Half smile
Eyes that can stare into your soul
Says such poetry as though your the light to the day
What a face
What a walk
He sure knows how to take care of girl, huh?
What a man
Sugar coated compliments
and spicy moves
He's got talent
He knows all the types
and knows how to handle them
He knows what to say
What to do
He knows the game
and plays it good
What an attitude
What a personality
What a way with words
He can make any girl fall for him
He's got manners
He's got class
He's the perfect man
He's the perfect smooth talker
If he can't talk his way into a girl's heart.
He'll sing, he'll dance his way
No need to guide him there
He knows his way around
Never seen a man so smooth like him
Smooth talker, don't make your way here,
or your in for a big surprise.
Can't make me fall for you
Smooth talker, someone got my heart
And he's not letting go
Sorry, smooth talker,
looks like you don't know the game as well as you thought.
But don't worry
They're other girls out there that you'll get your hands on
Since you are...
The
      Perfect
                Smooth
                           Talker ~}

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