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I cut you a pretty heart

Out of a stained paper you gave me

You took it out

And gave it to another

I gave you a pretty flower

Out of the stained soil

You took it out

And gave it to another

Its ok

Momma says

That she loves another

But why do I still

Want to cut her

to pieces?

I gave you a smile

Out of the bottom of my heart

You took it out

And gave it to another

I gave you my heart

Out of my stained body

You took it out

And gave it to another

My scissors don't cut paper

My hands don't dig in soil

My smile isn't pleasing

And I don't have an heart any more