That man, he wants me
So he says to me each time
Took the silly me on some love island
Where they serve croissants and flowers and
Passion fruits and toffees and tea for breakfast
Charming thing
He is too sweet for the kind of love I want
So I wore my pants and ran whiles he sleeps
Left him stagnant with a broken heart ????
Oh! I didn’t mean to slap his heart this way
Poor him
He doesn’t know
That my eyes are hanging
On someone else’s chandeliers too.
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