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How could i try and take what's not mine,
tired of making for two, time to go out and dine,
tired of makin a little so i started baggin up dimes,
even though i barely speak more than a group of mimes,
somehow you managed to tickle me and make me laugh,
now i feel something forbidden, thinkin you into paragraphs,
well written lost cause from the last Bronx block,
hard to forget me and the night of sippin on ciroc,
actin naughty massagin out knots all over your body,
showin you i enjoy you much like a hobby,
now just tell me when you would like to be happy,
sure i'll sit back but i'm saddened when you feel crappy,
does he do what you like, before you have to ask,
a thought about someone else so i drink from my flask,
nervous like i'm in front of millions when it's really just you,
i'm scared you'll find out your spouses fears are true.