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Mar 2014
You knew, what you was getting into?
When you met him.
He knew what to say?
And, how to say it?
To make many surrender to him.

Some call him , a player, Romeo, Cassanova.
Except, what he does?
He does it without game.

He just open up his voice.
And say various things.
Sure, he says, what you want to hear?
Except, he don't control your thoughts.

Sure, he has various women chasing after him.
Again, he just a charming man.
He loves deeply.
He loves completely.

But, you decided to join the ladies loving him.

When you calling him for comfort.
Or that intimate need.
What you're essentially saying to him?
You need to be pleased.

Just remember, you're one of many standing in line.
He just a regular man bidding his time.

For every woman that put him down.
There's always one thinking she's the best.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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