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tearless~with the talented highlyfunctional
my vulnerability looked vulgar on me
and you weren't buying any of it
no pennies to pitch into my fountain
you don’t believe in wishes
you thought I might try to cash in:
honk twice and wait, just hand me twenty
landlord's got a lock on my door
abortion time daddy...don’t tell your wife
you'd heard and seen it all before
I was just a hooker with an angle
with a new spin on sorrow
prostituting her dreams
for a piece of someone else’s
a gambling man, you play to win
never against the house
I was sized up by expert eyes
you waited for my tell, I went all in
you saw something in me
turned it around, then out
raked in your chips with a laugh
and felt me up under the table
turns out I saw something in you
a long con—artistry with finesse
you'd spin my tragedy into cash
for both of us.
watching me wear sorrow like a vagrant suit
discarded rags from bankrupted scheming
ire raised a two-bit hustler was gonna turn legit
you had a soft spot—a tell of your own
I made you for a dacryphiliac
the first time you made me cry
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