Who the ****
Do you think you are
To go around telling lies?
You use my lips,
My eyes,
My thighs,
Put on a bold new show.
But all it does
Is bring me down
Where's the sparkle --
where's the shine?
Nothing but pretty lies
And uglier truths
Escaping from the stage.
My heart cries --
But you'll never see the tears.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
Who the ****
Do you think you are
To go around telling lies?
You use my lips,
My eyes,
My thighs,
Put on a bold new show.
But all it does
Is bring me down
Where's the sparkle --
where's the shine?
Nothing but pretty lies
And uglier truths
Escaping from the stage.
My heart cries --
But you'll never see the tears.
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