| Beauty was like a claw
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| Whatever it was about her snatched me up in the night
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| Maybe it was just her kind gestures and the golden supplements of her textures
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| The extras and affection
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| She was a star in my eyes, but galaxies away we.
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| Separated in sections
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| This is your side of the world and this is mine, I said
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| She agreed as if with no hesitation
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| But remembering them evenings we shared, together
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| In her walls my water-colored painted inspiration in an old, cold December
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| weather
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| She always be amongst the best pieces of work in my art gallery forever
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| Tried and true, my pride and joy bride who I despised
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| Surprise
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| Birthday cake candles display not only her age but her flaws
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| 22 dancing flames flicker on wax, as our love affair has all
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| (Sang)
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| They come, they come, they go
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| They come, they come, they go
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| (Spoken)
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| It wasn’t perfect, but we were working it out
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| What was love, but an uncanny emotion to feel uncertain about
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| Hurt, by her mouth
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| Sticks and stones were child’s play, compared to the foul things she would say
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| The way a woman can get under a man’s skin is first tantalizing then agonizing
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| Stressful, she could be no less
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| Scattered thoughts of our battered love to its bloody
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| Pulp Fiction was Tarantino-esque
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| Ghetto Juliet
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| We were so impetuous, when we first met
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| You were big eyes in a big city
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| By the time LA’s done with you
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| You gonna have contacts for eyes and fake titties
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| I’m just playin' really, hehe
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| Messin' wit' you (Messin' wit' you)
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| Her compulsive obsessive
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| When I left town, left her restless
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| She fought through lonely days
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| Then thought of her only ways to punish me
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| She became a free-for-all with our relationship freefall, plummeting
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| How vindictive I thought
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| I’mma miss you a lot
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| (Sang)
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| They come, they come, they go
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| They come, they come, they go
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| (Spoken)
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| Whosoever soils loins within her folds, cursed life
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| Love only rescue
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| Antimatter vortex
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| Busom event horizon toughs pubic follicles
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| Miniscule stakes count burnt-out soulmates
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| Dimensions collide sex
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| Becoming bow to a respect game and escalated a war of the hearts
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| I have final triumph, but we both lost our minds
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| Begin again accept heartbroken proposals
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| Got dogged now we lick each other’s wounds
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| Apartment living room we hold hands
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| Close our eyes and one leaping bound jump over vacuum cleaner
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| Love is in all women
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| I apologize for all men
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| Compatibility and commitment I wipe the tears from your eyes
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| You pull the wool over mine
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| I offer food for thought
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| You choose, spat out
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| I walk with God, you are the seductress |