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Can you please loon into my eyes and tell me what you see?
Do you see the cold nights and boring stories of the woman I used to be? Can you tell me by their color, how many times I've cried To be loved and appreciated, even wanted, by this guy or that? Can you see the hurt I've caused many wives lives, Or the hurt that I've brought back? Can't you see the deceitfulness and the flatter flavored lies? Do you see the exterior coat? Hell, have you ever tried? The way I bat my lashes can send even the meanest man to glory land. I can take you whole paycheck with a simple turn of my slender neck. When my perfume captures you, it's all you can do to pursue. My love is equivalent to the sea; men don't see an end to me. Unfortunately, my hard earned lust comes with a fee, Do you really believe you're in love, with sweet little me? Nah, it's the woman you're sadly, just too blind to see.
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