I fell in love with my first love
How wrong it rubs me
When I hear he’s not in love with me
So he say
He loves falsely
With young girls his prey
They are so gullible
I can see they are naive
I’m so lovable with the words I speak
I can teach them game of life
Break their hearts with an ease
I can get any girl I please
Watch me make them fall at my feet
Have them singing about how much
They’re weak in the knee
My Promises
Saying I’ll never cheat
Little does she know those words were deceit
What a boy right
Where are the men looking for a wife
The type that means what he says
Ones that are not so quick to get into bed
That can love under no condition
Accept every flaw
Instead of wishing for something better
A warm body to hold
That will never leave in cold weather
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