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Women of the Night
He holds me tight
Breaths me in
And for a moment I believe he cares
He calls me beautiful
Says there’s no one in world for him
But me
And for a moment I believe he cares
He stares into my eyes
Kisses my lips go gently
And for a moment I believe he cares
But I know him all too well
Games, tricks, lies
It’s all the same
He’s just happy I have a hole in between my legs
But I let him hold me tight,
Call me beautiful,
And kiss me softly
Because in that one moment I believe
I feel happy
Because his fake love is better
Than no love at all
Right?
Breaths me in
And for a moment I believe he cares
He calls me beautiful
Says there’s no one in world for him
But me
And for a moment I believe he cares
He stares into my eyes
Kisses my lips go gently
And for a moment I believe he cares
But I know him all too well
Games, tricks, lies
It’s all the same
He’s just happy I have a hole in between my legs
But I let him hold me tight,
Call me beautiful,
And kiss me softly
Because in that one moment I believe
I feel happy
Because his fake love is better
Than no love at all
Right?
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