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Feb 2010
This can be our little game,
We can do it once, maybe,
But I won’t roll the dice again
And I am not your baby, maybe
I will let you play once more
And you can place your bet and
Then I’ll return the favor to
Remind you you’re in debt;
You owe yourself some consequence
Roll over, just keep still but
I can still persuade your strings and
Make you dance against your will.
Written by
Marley ONeill
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