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Sweet baby jesus, look at her beauty,

look what her old kiss now does to me,

even without a lawyer or trial she sued me,

without a pair of handcuffs or a badge she subdued me,

care what you do to me, then i'll return,

instead of giving you a quarter, 75 to burn,

if i didn't yearn i would have stayed,

instead of leaving with Amy, be betrayed,

cause i was played and you were the biased ref,

our time went fast like a verse from Tech,

kept in step, felt a reason to listen,

what did it all get me besides more wishin and missin?

when we were taking it slow and kissin,

no loud fights, words raisin hair or hissin,

before we became this way, before you showed,

that you'll always be someone i used to know.