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Aug 2013
Come in
Yes I know it's raining
Why do you ask
Are you really complaining
I let you kiss me
I let you feel
I never told you
'It was real
You say I tricked you
Gave you a disease
I'm so sorry
You bought it...please
Goodnight
Lock the door on your way out
That's right
And leave your key
This is the last time
You pay and say it's free
Written by
Skyy Blu
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