An objectifying eye and hands that follow suit.
Some ugly allergy to the true love on my plate.
Wrong wiring, connections I can’t make.
Said, "I need to walk away
Speak no argument, you're nowhere close to sure;
I'm sorry, Love,
But I don't have time for sorry anymore.""
Speak no argument, you're nowhere close to sure;
I'm sorry, Love,
But I don't have time for sorry anymore.""
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