I'll tell you lies to weave you in,
This web i call my life,
I have you dreaming in you're sleep,
of makin me your wife.
You pick me up,
You drop me off,
You pay to do my nails,
With no conception of the fact,
That one day I'll just bail.
I'll leave you there all alone,
Like an orphan baby there,
And you'll feel stupid for ever thinking,
that I really cared.
 
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