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By Savannah Haze Date: 2007 Jul 14 Comment on this Work [[2007.07.14.01.00.15460]] |
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He makes his move behind closed doors My lover and his paper whore I was once the one adored But now I’m not his pretty girl With sweaty hands and paper bills He leaves my arms to seek his thrills And left alone I love him still The one who was his pretty girl I’m the one who licks his wounds The only one who still believes I’m the one who knows his crimes And never even thinks to leave He claims he gets his worth from them But they won’t lead him out of sin He says that I’m his only friend But I’m not his pretty girl I’d bleed myself for chance to see His eyes devour only me For now I dream to someday be His only pretty girl |