Sorry Baby,
all your wishes won't be coming true,
I'm no magic genie,
so take your lips,
away from my neck,
and wipe the shame from your eyes,
no i don't want your goodbye peck,
It's over and we're done,
stop begging baby,
I'm not some piece of meat,
you ain't gonna get with me
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