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Michael
Grabbing my crotch hard
Revengeful, as if you owned me
You thought I stole it from you
Fact is you stole it from me
Loved how your wine glasses smashed into a thousand pieces with the swipe of one hand
And how you struggled to walk over them barefooted
I was praying you'd cut your feet
After I found out your deceit
She was crazy just like you
Good riddens black magic lover
The one who drove it in deep
Your secret's now exposed to me
I'm also the one you couldn't keep.
Revengeful, as if you owned me
You thought I stole it from you
Fact is you stole it from me
Loved how your wine glasses smashed into a thousand pieces with the swipe of one hand
And how you struggled to walk over them barefooted
I was praying you'd cut your feet
After I found out your deceit
She was crazy just like you
Good riddens black magic lover
The one who drove it in deep
Your secret's now exposed to me
I'm also the one you couldn't keep.
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