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I usually accept things The way that I find them. I get some bad hands But I really don’t mind them. You loved me yesterday Bored with me today. Sometimes I wish we could Do this affair another way. Up and down, then in and out; That’s what you and I are all about. Here today, gone this afternoon; That’s the name of your crazy tune. Love me or hate me Choose what you want. This flippy-flooppy love Is just a wasteful taunt. I think I must be using The incorrect terminology. Love doesn’t fit with Your current methodology. Up and down, then in and out; That’s what you and I are all about. Here today, gone this afternoon; That’s the name of your crazy tune. I think it is me who has Mistaken lust for affection. It might be time for me To go another direction. I will miss some of your Intimate bedroom frolic, But this kind of relationship Seems very much alcoholic. Up and down, then in and out; That’s what you and I are all about. Here today, gone this afternoon; That’s the name of your crazy tune.
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
WISHY WASHY WONDER BOY
I usually accept things The way that I find them. I get some bad hands But I really don’t mind them. You loved me yesterday Bored with me today. Sometimes I wish we could Do this affair another way. Up and down, then in and out; That’s what you and I are all about. Here today, gone this afternoon; That’s the name of your crazy tune. Love me or hate me Choose what you want. This flippy-flooppy love Is just a wasteful taunt. I think I must be using The incorrect terminology. Love doesn’t fit with Your current methodology. Up and down, then in and out; That’s what you and I are all about. Here today, gone this afternoon; That’s the name of your crazy tune. I think it is me who has Mistaken lust for affection. It might be time for me To go another direction. I will miss some of your Intimate bedroom frolic, But this kind of relationship Seems very much alcoholic. Up and down, then in and out; That’s what you and I are all about. Here today, gone this afternoon; That’s the name of your crazy tune.
brent-kincaid
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
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