Calculated, by Unintended
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Many moons later
I still cried over the date
Trusting too much
Yearning for your touch
Calling me the failure
I buy it no longer
There was a woman there
Summoned to your lair
You're smart and blessed
But give it a rest
I'm not a naiive girl anymore
Even though I'm still twenty four
You will never change
Quite shallow despite your age
Women flow in and out
There's always one floating about |
Posted: 2011-11-04 15:58:15 UTC |
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