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Always the one to come to and never to be loved,
like it was a goal line stand and my D-line was shoved,
one things for sure, you wanna bet this?
i'd let you score like you were Jerome Bettis,

organized yet hectic i lose control,
peek at my cards and immediately fold,
there's a lie to be told but i haven't heard it yet,
or maybe i have and i pretend you're still perfect,

all around like an insect, only of the good kind,
the type of girl who i'd drop it all presently for to rewind,
let me remind you that when you came over,
last October i didn't even notice i was sober,

cause all along i was sniffing all your lines,
getting high using a kiss to ignite the bowl every time,
for a little you were mine now i'll admit that,
i'd give anything to once again relive that.