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Player, Player
Player, player,
Hearts aren't toys.
Love isn't a game,
You stupid little boy.
No game boards;
No rewards.
Go home now,
If that's what you're here for.
No, I will not be
Your "on the side whore".
You're no different,
You're such a bore.
You're just here
Looking for a way to score.
Come this way,
I'll get the door.
Oh, you're not walking.
Guess who's getting drug across the floor?
You are.
Hearts aren't toys.
Love isn't a game,
You stupid little boy.
No game boards;
No rewards.
Go home now,
If that's what you're here for.
No, I will not be
Your "on the side whore".
You're no different,
You're such a bore.
You're just here
Looking for a way to score.
Come this way,
I'll get the door.
Oh, you're not walking.
Guess who's getting drug across the floor?
You are.
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