We all have a--holes. This much is true.
But is there an extra a--hole inside of you?
I know this fellow
The truth just isn't in him
Playing his games so smooth and mellow
Flashing that smile
And winking his eye
The nature of his game is to LIE LIE LIE
He plays with ma affection
From his ways I need protection
Too foolish to see
He means nothing to me
Got caught up in the ideal
His heart I would steal
The day has finally come
That his dirty deed is done
Now is the flavor
For me to return the favor
With his emotions I'll toil
The poor unsuspecting boy
And when I'm through with his ass
I'll have a good laugh
Pay back is a mother.
Reason for writing:
People today play to many games with each other. Women and men, make sure you know where the other person is coming from before you give them your heart. This is for my kids fathers' who are trying to outdo each other for my hand. IT FEELS GOOD TO BE IN CHARGE!
Birth sign: Pisces
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