Ten times out of nine
––I know,
If I were a boy, every girl
––in here
circulate
the image.
Cliché on his mouth
like liquor
––who wants
the perfect love
story ––anyway
I got hot––
sauce in my bag,
swag.
Wax on? wax off.
Now I’m even more,
––lost.
You won’t break my––
pictures snatched,
out
the frame
why can’t I keep––
my hands off?
Eyes,
when I put on
show me your scars.
Lord, forgive me.
I’m stingy
with my love
won’t you hold on?
To me,
I was here.
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The above is a cento composed entirely of Beyoncé lyrics.