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our last
Hanging it up and saying good-bye,
Can't be done without these tears I cry.
I thought for sure u were wrong for me,
But now my hearts locked and you have the key.
I'm sure she's nice and beautiful too,
I wish I could b every woman for you.
The curve of your back, your body to mine,
These dreams that still linger are hard to define.
I thought we were survivingon pleasure alone,
But pleasure and pussy were just part of the zone.
It's the look in ur eyes and the conversations we had,
Of children and freedom that leave me so sad...
So there's this void too seep for drugs to fill,
And I know now ecstasy's nor found in pill...
Or in cocaine or pot or a fire ass club,
But since you'be been gone I've called these things love.
I've let other arms wrap me up tight,
But knew in a instant it didn't feel right...
And I hang up the phone every time that it rings,
Not wanting to gear the male voices it bring,
Cause they can't compare to this lice that I've lost,
I guess there's no winning with this hand ive been tossed.
So, ill love you and miss you and try not to cry,
As I sit here and fear this is our last good-bye.
Can't be done without these tears I cry.
I thought for sure u were wrong for me,
But now my hearts locked and you have the key.
I'm sure she's nice and beautiful too,
I wish I could b every woman for you.
The curve of your back, your body to mine,
These dreams that still linger are hard to define.
I thought we were survivingon pleasure alone,
But pleasure and pussy were just part of the zone.
It's the look in ur eyes and the conversations we had,
Of children and freedom that leave me so sad...
So there's this void too seep for drugs to fill,
And I know now ecstasy's nor found in pill...
Or in cocaine or pot or a fire ass club,
But since you'be been gone I've called these things love.
I've let other arms wrap me up tight,
But knew in a instant it didn't feel right...
And I hang up the phone every time that it rings,
Not wanting to gear the male voices it bring,
Cause they can't compare to this lice that I've lost,
I guess there's no winning with this hand ive been tossed.
So, ill love you and miss you and try not to cry,
As I sit here and fear this is our last good-bye.
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