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in my single days, when I was honey, to the honeys, there were the ones who wanted money, strange, how they were always the ones I didn't sleep with. the women I didn't sleep with... liked them ok, fine, but they wanted to, to borrow, not much, a thousand or three. Some i gave. got promises of eventual return, which didn't happen, shocking, yeah, baby yeah.. the ones I slept with, all, no exception, became lovers and friends, never asked, always offered, forever refused, though they really needed, could of used some. I give thanks this day, that I gave my most precious gift to the good ones, my loving, caring, my always there. so I gave them, what they needed, until they wanted all, which I was not ready, too damaged to do well. for this holiday is a reminder, yeah, baby, yeah, that you only be thankful for what you give away, give away, give away, and not for the having... yeah, baby, yeah....
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
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in my single days, when I was honey, to the honeys, there were the ones who wanted money, strange, how they were always the ones I didn't sleep with. the women I didn't sleep with... liked them ok, fine, but they wanted to, to borrow, not much, a thousand or three. Some i gave. got promises of eventual return, which didn't happen, shocking, yeah, baby yeah.. the ones I slept with, all, no exception, became lovers and friends, never asked, always offered, forever refused, though they really needed, could of used some. I give thanks this day, that I gave my most precious gift to the good ones, my loving, caring, my always there. so I gave them, what they needed, until they wanted all, which I was not ready, too damaged to do well. for this holiday is a reminder, yeah, baby, yeah, that you only be thankful for what you give away, give away, give away, and not for the having... yeah, baby, yeah....
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Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
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