When he tells you you're beautiful
He's a scoundrel, he's lying
But I'm entranced, deep sighing
I hate to be implying
But I will not be lying
There's zero point to any of that
Karma has the eyes of a Cat
Watching over me
If I minded something hovering over me
That's a major red flag
For the white flag camp.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
When he tells you you're beautiful
He's a scoundrel, he's lying
But I'm entranced, deep sighing
I hate to be implying
But I will not be lying
There's zero point to any of that
Karma has the eyes of a Cat
Watching over me
If I minded something hovering over me
That's a major red flag
For the white flag camp.
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