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You say you love me. How can you? You don't even know who I am. The impression I get, The message you're sending, is screaming 'one night stand.' Caress my cheek, Play with my hair, Whisper sweet nothings in my ear; You think you're winning, You think you're smooth, You think you're saying exactly what I want to hear. I'm not a fluid existence, I notice, you understand, You're madly in love with whoever who see. I can’t help but wonder, When we're not with each other, How many other versions exist of me? How very clever, How very smooth, Thinking an escape you've found In pretending you're so worried I'm the one that's untrue, Nice attempt to turn the game around. I've always been straightforward, It's me, and no one else, or else, darling, it isn't just you. So, tell me, can you play by the rules? If you want to love me, You can't be loving her, too. I'm sure she feels the same, Polygamy doesn't fly well with girls, The moment will come, you'll have to choose. I'm left with but one thing to say, I’ll still love you anyways. Would she, if she were to lose?
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Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 9:37 AM UTC
I Doubt It.
You say you love me. How can you? You don't even know who I am. The impression I get, The message you're sending, is screaming 'one night stand.' Caress my cheek, Play with my hair, Whisper sweet nothings in my ear; You think you're winning, You think you're smooth, You think you're saying exactly what I want to hear. I'm not a fluid existence, I notice, you understand, You're madly in love with whoever who see. I can’t help but wonder, When we're not with each other, How many other versions exist of me? How very clever, How very smooth, Thinking an escape you've found In pretending you're so worried I'm the one that's untrue, Nice attempt to turn the game around. I've always been straightforward, It's me, and no one else, or else, darling, it isn't just you. So, tell me, can you play by the rules? If you want to love me, You can't be loving her, too. I'm sure she feels the same, Polygamy doesn't fly well with girls, The moment will come, you'll have to choose. I'm left with but one thing to say, I’ll still love you anyways. Would she, if she were to lose?
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meghan-marie
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Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 9:37 AM UTC
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