And Then On To The Next Victim

Did you love it
Love using me
As though I meant nothing to you
It was all pretend
We never really talked
When we did
You called me babe
It made my heart jump
And made me smile
You squashed my heart like a bug
And went on you the next girl
You greedy son of a *****





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