Ok, just changed this one. It was part of "Wanna Say Mine", but now that's changed...and this has a new beginning! So please, tell...and tell a lot of information on what you think.
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You play games in sets of threes, and they twist and twirl and aim
to please.
You latch on with a blind eye, 'til you see what's really inside.
Then you release and rest in peace
but for them, they rest in pieces, 'cause you don't need those
beetches.
And here they are one, two, three, who shall stay and who shall
leave?
She escapes today, but tomorrow she stays.
You're playing yo-yo and you're gettin' way too low, yo
keep on the ball, but before you fall
remember each time, you were never at your prime
and when you hit, you had a fit.
Make up your mind, and don't you bind
the one who can fly, if she did try.
She's here to play, but not yours to stay.
She knows what you playin' at,
trust me, you ain't that suave a cat.
Your daddy was no glass maker, you heart breaker.
There she sits and never quits.
You just led her on and she became a pawn.
None can know what you have in stow.
There must be a plan but I'll never know.
And you come and go, but none know
when you'll be out, but without a doubt
when your obligations and regulations
are out the door, you hit the floor
and you disappear until you reappear
a minute before they come back in that door.
So keep your token woman, the road which you've redone.
And keep your play dates, to see what awaits.
And keep your pawn, the one that was long drawn.
And add to the list, since you can't resist.
I'd say bring it on and stop this con,
but who am I, but a face behind the lie.
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