These clothes u wear, where did u get them, they look so unfamiliar
Those shoes you wear, the way you walk, cupid cant seem to get near you
When u come in, parents don’t look at u the same
They see the mission written in ur eyes
Strip her down, dip her down ,dick her down, leave her…..{{down}}….
Milk the cow, don’t buy the cow
Scheming salesmen
He wouldn’t treat me like u did/do/will
He would adore me, he wouldn’t ignore me like you did/do/will
Ur hug doesn’t feel the same, nor is your kiss
Im finally realizing I was a pawn in ur game….
“…. could it be
That the stranger is me
Have I changed so drastically?
Is it I want more for me?
And you remain the same”
IS ANYTHING IM DOING BRAND NEW
OR IS IT YOU?
SHIRTS ALWAYS HAVE POWER OVER THE BLOUSE
SAY GOODBYE TO THE BADGUY MR “STRANGER IN MY HOUSE”
6/22/09
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