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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

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Nov 4, 2012
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