I didn’t give in.
But the mind was dead.
I got used to it.
Hey, girl, I ain’t gonna trust you anymore.
Hey, girl, the last drop makes the cup run over.
You got it all.
Words are poison, rough and heady.
You could be my only lady.
Now my wind is blowing steady.
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