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You tell me you love me be4 the words could leave my lips
The way i feel about you is like words from a lovers dying lips
But emotions can't mean anything to you cause I'm caught in your spell
Your talk is real sweet, like a fool drinking for a poison well
I wish I was dead so that my heart would stop beat
Now I am hooked on you like a money grabbing crook
4ever I will be a fish on your hook
Until one day I will see you for what you truly are
A little boy that will soon be a crook.