I sit on the dresser,
Collecting dust,
I’ve gone out of
style,
And I’m covered in
rust.
I guess I’m a little
too big,
And a little too
plain,
But I’m only a pair
of earrings,
So to me,
It’s all the same,
I still wish you’d
pick me up,
And put me on one more
time,
I still think I look
good,
But I guess I’m past
my prime.
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