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The Dirty.

You called me pretty.
You called me beautiful.
You didnt understand,
I wanted to be careful.

It was a few months.
We had a good run.
Then you told me...
It was the end of the fun.

I kept holding on.
I kept going strong.
Hoping that we
Could still get along.

As the days passed,
A month had gone by.
You thought you were sneaky.
You thought you were sly.

Then the hatred came,
When a little birdy told me.
You had your fun...
Dancing with the dirty.



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