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Whore
Her look from upon the floor, no words to tell me I was a whore
Although deep in her eyes, I could see her covet
She wishes she was the one who had done it
And just as the last time, for her jealousy I have to pay the fine
She claims to want the wedding white
She know I can see the light
It hurts her that no one loves her that way and she keeps thinking
Someday
Although deep in her eyes, I could see her covet
She wishes she was the one who had done it
And just as the last time, for her jealousy I have to pay the fine
She claims to want the wedding white
She know I can see the light
It hurts her that no one loves her that way and she keeps thinking
Someday
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