April 2012
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The Game
Tenderly they gaze And as quick as the last embrace They let go in fear There could there be more But who wants to know? Who dares to go? Might it be easier then… to forego
Yeah, she goes
The game is juicy And he claims to lead She’s so far ahead Watch it, baby, lest you carelessly bleed
And on, he goes
Every now and again they slip Into a rhythm so familiar and comforting That neither wants to...
