My left foot is in my mouth.
My right one I hop with.
My hands are tied behind my back...
And still you say my performance is bland.
After you branded me as too devoted,
And You left me for another man...
Confessing to me now you can not stand!
Well let me say this...
I hope he is miles away,
From the bulls I've seen you kiss and dismissed!
I'm the only one you've tied up in knots,
I'm the only one...
From you that can not emotionally run!
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Deep, gritty, and straight to the point! Awesome work, Lawrence! Be sure to watch: 'Take Home Chef'-CURTIS STONE* Always, Theo Weekdays: TLC 4 P.M. Eastern 3 P.M. Central