When another guy comes near me,
I get a new feeling.
It's not you,
And I know it.
Something about hands that aren't yours make me sick,
Something about confessions of love,
That don't exit through your lips,
Similar to the way smoke stays on your lips.
The feeling of the whore wanting commitment to a guy that only sees her as a whore.
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