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A dish best served cold

I can't believe you looked me in the eyes,

while you ****** me in with promises and lies.

Told me stories, never true,

about the things that made you you.

And all the while you crafted your disguise.

 

Just what was it made me **** an easy mark?

Was it personal for you or just a lark?

You played it very cool,

while making me the perfect fool.

You're a ***** who's bite is way worse than her bark.

 

But you know what, now its over I ain't sad

You'll see revenge it tastes so sweet I'm almost glad

See I've been driven by a cause

and thats to see that you get yours

And if you don't like the taste, too fuckin' bad!

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a-thomas-hawkins
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Aug 2, 2010
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