Passion can send us into rage
Sometimes putting us in cage.
You thought they were doing something
Sneaking behind your back
When really it was innocent
No, they weren't in the sack.
They were planning a surprise
And yes it was for you
That's why they were together
Together just like glue.
So now you feel ashamed
And you're stuck behind those bars
You say you weren't thinking straight
Because of those few jars.
They're gone now together
Your excuses are no good
You should have checked the facts
Now your hands are stained with blood.
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