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Only Sometimes •Sometimes I whine  When after all  I'm just drunk on alcohol And In reality I didn't get to lick her  I didn't get to kiss her  I thought adding apple pucker  To my gin  Will pretend to be her lips  But it was only a sip  •Sometimes I whine  When it's time to unwind  And I spritz perfume in the air And through the midst of it all I realized That the scent didn't come from off of her skin  Sometimes I pout  When I remember the way in which she denounced  Leaving me to be without  I don't know how to withhold  When I'm alone  So sometimes my mouth tremble  When I have to settle  I don't want to, but  I'm trying to get better  And sometimes I'm a grouch  Excuse some of the things that blurt out of my mouth  It's hard being compatible to the last resort  Sometimes I beg  "Please come back to put a end to my dread"  I don't care if when I leave she feels mislead Sometimes I'm sad And to cover it up I brag  Manipulating my hads to haves anyone who know the whole truth  know that I'm a lie and a half  Not all the time I have a way to cope  Sometimes I can't try Sometimes I just cry
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Only Sometime
Only Sometimes •Sometimes I whine  When after all  I'm just drunk on alcohol And In reality I didn't get to lick her  I didn't get to kiss her  I thought adding apple pucker  To my gin  Will pretend to be her lips  But it was only a sip  •Sometimes I whine  When it's time to unwind  And I spritz perfume in the air And through the midst of it all I realized That the scent didn't come from off of her skin  Sometimes I pout  When I remember the way in which she denounced  Leaving me to be without  I don't know how to withhold  When I'm alone  So sometimes my mouth tremble  When I have to settle  I don't want to, but  I'm trying to get better  And sometimes I'm a grouch  Excuse some of the things that blurt out of my mouth  It's hard being compatible to the last resort  Sometimes I beg  "Please come back to put a end to my dread"  I don't care if when I leave she feels mislead Sometimes I'm sad And to cover it up I brag  Manipulating my hads to haves anyone who know the whole truth  know that I'm a lie and a half  Not all the time I have a way to cope  Sometimes I can't try Sometimes I just cry
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Ghanaian
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
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