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AHHH!! What kind of spell is this?
AHHH!! What kind of spell is this?
I think of you: my body starts shaking
God! I wish we were the same
I look at your picture: my heart starts palpitating
God! I wish we were the same
I listen to your sexy . . . deep – voice: my pussy starts leaking
God, what did I have to do! – I walked away . . . but I fucking love you
I want, this fucking day . . . to end
I want, to move on . . . and just forget about you
Tears, won’t stop falling
I am trying, to concentrate
Men, keep walking past . . . just staring, at me
They don’t give two cents: about what’s happening . . . to me
It’s my tits they are thinking of: as they peak over, my way
Pretending . . . they are not looking
It’s my fault I knew: I would get this reaction
I just didn’t expect, to still feel this much pain
I thought I was done: and yet . . . I can’t let go
I am sick; I am fucking sick in the brain: and this is some messed up shit
They fucking approach me: I am not smiling, or being nice
I am a bitch, because . . . they are not you
They won’t stop staring: I want to hit somebody
I want this fucking day to be over
I want it to end, so I can just forget . . . and be done with this
I am one step closer . . . to being me again
I need some red wine: and my bubble bath
I need my candles: and some hard blues
I need to learn . . . how to just forget about, you
I think of you: my body starts shaking
God! I wish we were the same
I look at your picture: my heart starts palpitating
God! I wish we were the same
I listen to your sexy . . . deep – voice: my pussy starts leaking
God, what did I have to do! – I walked away . . . but I fucking love you
Lori
I think of you: my body starts shaking
God! I wish we were the same
I look at your picture: my heart starts palpitating
God! I wish we were the same
I listen to your sexy . . . deep – voice: my pussy starts leaking
God, what did I have to do! – I walked away . . . but I fucking love you
I want, this fucking day . . . to end
I want, to move on . . . and just forget about you
Tears, won’t stop falling
I am trying, to concentrate
Men, keep walking past . . . just staring, at me
They don’t give two cents: about what’s happening . . . to me
It’s my tits they are thinking of: as they peak over, my way
Pretending . . . they are not looking
It’s my fault I knew: I would get this reaction
I just didn’t expect, to still feel this much pain
I thought I was done: and yet . . . I can’t let go
I am sick; I am fucking sick in the brain: and this is some messed up shit
They fucking approach me: I am not smiling, or being nice
I am a bitch, because . . . they are not you
They won’t stop staring: I want to hit somebody
I want this fucking day to be over
I want it to end, so I can just forget . . . and be done with this
I am one step closer . . . to being me again
I need some red wine: and my bubble bath
I need my candles: and some hard blues
I need to learn . . . how to just forget about, you
I think of you: my body starts shaking
God! I wish we were the same
I look at your picture: my heart starts palpitating
God! I wish we were the same
I listen to your sexy . . . deep – voice: my pussy starts leaking
God, what did I have to do! – I walked away . . . but I fucking love you
Lori
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