Counting the minutes Until we meet again Cherishing these hours between us Like no one else can. I'll blow all the hot air into your head That I possilby can I'm your proud little slut And worship the ground you walk on. Hard and horny That's when you call for me I'll turn right around And run straight for you You think it's me pleasing you That you are using me. I'll play this game with you Since that's the one You most prefer Like that spider whose name I've forgotten I'll pretend to be caught in YOUR web But when you get too close You'll be eaten up. So you think that I'm your precious little slut Maybe I am, but let's not forget That you are mine. You move my strings, and all pretend to dance But you still haven't noticed Those white things on your sleeves And the little wooden "x" In my Selfish hands. But again, quiet possibly There's yet another twist That I refuse to see And have unconsciously missed.Birth sign: Gemini
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