She was a hot momma
But she was way too much drama
Everything was an ordeal
Though of her problems weren't real
It was all in her head
You could tell by the things that she said
But everyone else was to blame
According to her they were all insane
But very quickly I could see
She wasn't the girl for me
The headaches and grief
Lasted on beyond belief
So one day I said
What ever we had was now dead
It's time for you to go
Please don't put on a show
I will not be your fool
I can see that you were born cruel
I'd like to say, it's been nice
But I knon you're feelings are like ice
Where ever you go, what ever you do
I am so glad I won't be with you
10-02-07/RJH
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