Players

by Brittney   Jan 4, 2005


From the moment you told me your name,
i knew you had some kind of game.
it was the look in your eyes,that gave you away,
also all of the words you would say.

You thought you could play me,
but i guess you couldn't see,
i dont play those kind of games,
because they bring so much shame.

So i shook your hand,said my good bye,
because i knew,you would tell me so many lies.
Get over yourself,and your games,
than maybe youll get a girl,who will bring you no shame.

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