When false promises are set,
I taste each like a sweet dessert.
When you hand me a slice of cheat,
I bite it bit by bit.
When you toss a drink of bitter lies,
I gulp it with no "buts" and "whys."
Baby, for you, I will savor this sweet defeat,
dropping my IQ for several feet.
Flaws, lies, and cheats are in a row,
but I have you - that's all I know.
And when cane becomes my friend,
I'd say LOVE was once a sweet defeat.
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