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He's a stable smithyThinks his genius words are pithyAs he pounds, pounds, poundsInto the night.Swings his big word-hammerNever minding lies and grammarCuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
She was pure poison Striking at what she wanted most and pushing away those who got in the way. She wanted something odd, maybe to make herself seem more full:
It’s plain to see that I was a second choice. You can’t even get your mind off her when you’re with me. You kissed me. You made the first move.
Here I am, See me wait, watch me cry,