your a looker, a visual hooker
how sexy you are and how blinding you can be
your a fighter, one that kills with looks and right hooks
how hard you bruise a man
your a lover , a liar and deceiver and a fool
how much i fell for it
laying down on that black couch
i held you like a small pouch
planes would fly by
and the living room would die down
whispering was a past time
late night Okeechobee racing was my way of getting out quick
we all want to be remembered
well i remember you
for the wrong reasons
its better when you wish to stay around
but you think its fun to fool around
do i still cross your mind
now that i moved on ?
do you have a bitter taste
that what you did was wrong ?
some day you will be nothing more then a sad song
gone wrong ..........
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