them fast ones is cruel, that's not something you need
they aren't looking to take on the responsibility
of all that love has to offer, they'd rather do the deed
manipulate you in the process and do it so brilliantly
it's lust at first sight
they score another night
they will crush your dreams
just to meet their own needs
them fast ones are something like ghosts
disappear when you really need them most
don't you began feeling like the fool
when you realized that they used you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem