Fooling Around

There's no such thing As no strings attached Although your emotions are absent There's no such thing As no strings attached Even though I say I'm fine with these decisions A baseball glove is your future But for now I will suture My body back together Tying it together with the strings That should never be attached To sneaking around You probably call it screwing While your buddies Pat you on the back I thought sex was supposed to be More than just you and me Keeping our voices down How Do you let me through your window Just to tell me to get dressed and go? We were fooling around But it's different now That you're playing with my heart

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