Was I stung by your passion,
was it your tong that sweep me away,
when I try to look in the mirror,
I think you took my soul today,
I was looking outside,
you where looking in,
I was going down a long road,
you just reeled me in,
I am not, who I use to be anymore,
I can not think straight, that’s for sure,
roll me up and stick a fork in me,
you got me, burnt to a crisp,
you just poisoned me with you lips.
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