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Nov 2012
In your bed, & under your covers.
is you,
In your bed & under your covers.
is someone new.
Yet you call me on phone and beg me to please, come home.
To you it's just a game, Don't you feel ashamed?
I am not taking the blame.

In your bed I'd lay with you.
You say you miss it very much, and you're longing for my touch
&You;'re never going to stray.
Yet as soon as I hang up from you, You're grinding up on ******.
Knocking boots behind closed doors.
Yet I'm the one that you adore
Written by
amber cash
509
   --- and FredErick le Roux
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