| Dear Ms. Leading,
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| I hate to tell you that I no longer need your services
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| The bitter fabricating manufacturer of lust
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| You have been presented as
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| Doesn’t do a thing for me, I now know your identity
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| A black widow who tempts her prey with promises of love
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| If ignorance is bliss
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| Wish I were blissfully ignorant
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| But I’m not
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| I’m enlightened now light has been presented to me
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| In spite of you
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| You know Ms. Leading I regret to inform you
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| I’ve fallen out of lust
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| It must be so hard to understand
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| (Hell no I don’t think so, hell no I don’t think so)
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| Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
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| Make believing everything you said was true
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| Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers
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| (Hell no I don’t think so, hell no I don’t think so)
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| Dear Ms. Leading,
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| In response to your response
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| I’m simply unavailable
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| I hope you got the message in the message that I sent (Shame on me for falling
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| for someone so dense)
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| In different times I’d might’ve fooled around for something warm
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| Something with security
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| As fleeting as the momentary rapture and the pleasure of collapsing in arms
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| So welcoming to others just like me
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| You know, Ms. Leading, I regret to inform you
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| I’ve fallen out of lust
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| It must be so hard to understand
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| (Hell no I don’t think so, hell no I don’t think so)
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| Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
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| And make believing everything you said was true
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| Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers
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| (Hell no I don’t think so, hell no I don’t think so) |