Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, and he showed them pearly white.

Jazzy chic.
Nothing fancy, yet nothing less than exquisite.
It’s a song whose lyrics you know by heart, of the story you lived.
Private like a sequin bead smiling back comfy and casual like raindrops.
Sitting there counting your fingers and puffing out pearly air.
Jazzy times, when the living is easy.

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