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Apr 2014
Call me a million things
But never refer to me as a *****.
My friends say it jokingly
But from you it's offensive.
I don't care if you're playing around.
The word ***** should never
escape your lips.
Not when speaking of me.
I do so much for you...
I am not your *****,
I will never be your *****,
Don't refer to me as a *****.
You catching my drift?
Cause baby as soon as the word
leaks through those lips I kiss on a daily...
It'll be over faster then you can say
I'm sorry baby.
Cierra Rose
Written by
Cierra Rose  Milwaukee
(Milwaukee)   
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