Met the girl of my dreams
She ripped my life at the seams
My blood poured into the streams
Red like the wine
I washed down with turpentine.
Her voice still makes me sick
Twisting guts and needle p***k
This card game is just a trick
Where I have planned
Not to show my hand.
Where do I have left to hide?
Get me off this crazy ride.
So my nausea will subside
While I wait in line
For when she has more time.
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