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She used to wear the chains of gold

and now her chains have changed.

She loved those ankle bracelets...

until she felt the pain...

of those chains around her ankles,

her feet are bound by two

the sound just goes right through her...

what's a prisoner to do?

She's a prinsner of her own accord

her life was going fine...

until her friends around her...

were of the other kind.

The chains of bondage have no key...

there are no chains of gold...

because without her chains, you see,

it would be against the rules.

Her outfit is not a well-known brand

and the stripes just make her fat

as the thick chains...well, they grow heavier

as she recalls the brawl that began as a spat!

Oh...the chains are knotted, they won't undo

she feels like she's choking around her shoes

and the untimely passing of an inmate's soul

just makes the gang sad...her old little crew.

The chains are hell, in bondage she feels...

and there is no way out...in her senior year!

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