This girl has nuclear power right in her arms,
But she doesn’t bother at all.
Her body, her soul are the reasons of wars,
She knows it, so she controls…

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Red buttons… are under her fingernails.
Red hair… gathered in a ponytail.
Red high heels… are the target desire,
Her nuclear power is waking up fire.

For sure, she’ll melt down my heart,
And radiation will hit us so hard,
But we will survive, half life will last,
Built on the top of wastelands from past.

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