If you knew the things I'd done,
You'd never think of me again.
I wouldn't cross your mind,
You wouldn't miss my touch.
If you knew how I felt,
You would move on.
You'd forget those sweet kisses
I planted on those lips.
You'd forget the way I ran my fingers
Down your body, just the way you liked.
Touching you in a way you'd never had before.
Never again will you find another like me,
You had gold, but you prefer silver.
And that's okay.
So when you pass me on the street,
With someone new,
Don't you dare think a **** thing.
This ship has sailed, baby.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
If you knew the things I'd done,
You'd never think of me again.
I wouldn't cross your mind,
You wouldn't miss my touch.
If you knew how I felt,
You would move on.
You'd forget those sweet kisses
I planted on those lips.
You'd forget the way I ran my fingers
Down your body, just the way you liked.
Touching you in a way you'd never had before.
Never again will you find another like me,
You had gold, but you prefer silver.
And that's okay.
So when you pass me on the street,
With someone new,
Don't you dare think a **** thing.
This ship has sailed, baby.
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