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Apr 2014
You're chattin' her up
in your suit & tie
with practiced posture
and polished vibe.

She thinks you're cute.
Her friends say you're nice.
and you keep it going
til them ******* fly.

You've played this game.
You know the score.
A few more drinks
and the *** is yours.

Your lines are smooth,
your motives insidious,
so don't forget the Trojans
or she'll give ya chlamydia.

It's just a "Players" way
and it works like before.
You promise a ring, a house
and she's down on all fours.
Soul Scalpel
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