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“No.” (This is my death warrant.) “I have a date.” (I’m lying for my life.) “It’s just a piece of clothing.”
One hour. Maybe it was less than that, But it was only that one time, It took you to ruin me. I play through every word I said, Remembering like a movie, I can never unwatch.
Born my parents' pride and joy I was gifted things one can't ignore Beauty and charm to get things my way And my family's wealth to keep me hidden away Stuck with three idoit gaurds, rather annoying
A sleeping beauty, resting oh so peacefully, rosy red lips, long lash tips, a darling doll, out like a light, with this in her drink, there will be no fight. After the fact,
He was always a sucker for a pretty face They're always a sucker for a pretty face He took me to a place and fed me full of liquor and drugs He watched as I got sick on myself He got me a glass of water
So I heard you and Pharrell Williams wrote a song together. Who the song belongs to is mutual blame. But Blurred Lines is such a catchy song, why wouldn't you want to claim it.
Deep inside her heart of glass Lies the tears of her dark past. The girl inside, she hears her cries Her never-ending lullabies Lost in confusion, pain, and cold. Drowning in sadness, truth untold.
Did you know an Elephant never forgets a face Once the creature catches a glimpse it can never forget and your face is one that I can never forget.
801-456-1234. That's the nuymber he'll get when he asks her out because nowadays it's safer to make up a phone number than to turn a man down.
You let him lay in you. Indulging in his existence. Taking him in.. inch by inch, Hoping to get addicted. Letting him paint all over you, while you lay there like you were his canvas.
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