The type of man who all woman want,
A rouge, some one who is dangerous from the start.
A man left behind in his own sorrows,
Living a life like a rebel.

Dwelling deep in his own pities,
This man makes his life an edge.
So close to death,
So close to bliss.

A man who will wear you out,
Will make you shout at the top of your lounges.
A man who can show you the world,
And take it all away.

The man who you wish to tame,
To claim as yours.

This man lives to die,
And when he falls,
For you, this man dies,
And another man lives.
 
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