What I tell you is a lie
I tell you things to get a rise
When I see the way you sway
I smile and just walk away
I start a fight to watch you boil
you steam and flinch and shake with toil
I don't know what else I could possibly do
that'd be as fun as
picking on you
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
What I tell you is a lie
I tell you things to get a rise
When I see the way you sway
I smile and just walk away
I start a fight to watch you boil
you steam and flinch and shake with toil
I don't know what else I could possibly do
that'd be as fun as
picking on you
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