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Story of My Lyfe (in love)
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Black & Gold Lining The story of my lyfe
though not with dreams of being a wife,
maybe just a wifey.
Remembering the night when he broke my hymen
doing just as I was told, as if by Simon.
So now a few years older, I try then
to be just a tad bit colder with men.
Trying to seem on the outside to not let him in,
but on the inside wanting to be wide open.
The story of my lyfe.
Entrapping myself in the ripples of lust
and with every hot thrust
our fate is sealed because there's no more chase
because you've already felt my face
taste you between your left and right.
We spill our milk, clench bodies tight,
then spend the night... and then, it ends.
The story of my lyfe.
