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She grew up believing in passion and love |
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Whose folks divorced and remarried |
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Very naive |
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Seen life and committments that shoulda been dead and buried |
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Highly sentimental |
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Sensitive |
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Gentle beyond the point she should be |
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What might be obvious to most, she says they too bitter |
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Can't see the world the way she does |
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Clean lungs, undamaged liver |
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Sees thugs through a pink-tinted glasses |
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Occasionally |
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Weed does make her giggle |
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Listen to some music closer |
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Dudes approach her |
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Lightly |
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Wanna be her lover and she obliges |
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Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires |
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Oblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes |
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Says shes just in love with love |
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Cuts her classes |
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Spending too much time entrancing romancing |
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Things are changing quickly |
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She's asking "why aren't you spending more time with me?" |
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Nigga's eyes are getting shifty |
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Coming over later smelling of pussy |
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On his face, jeans, and sweaters something's fishy |
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And it's not what he tells her, man, it's what he don't |
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And she don't understand and for some years, she probly won't |
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Just wants an honest man |
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For goodness sake |
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They backstabbing and cutting her throat |
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Restraining orders follow, but she still optomistic about it |
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Like annie, thinking tomorrow will maybe be a better day |
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I let her pray on bended knees "ask him to send prince charming, please" |
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She's never cheated |
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Treats her man well |
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Cooks, cleans, dresses sexy for him |
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Halter tops and tight jeans |
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Would break the law for him |
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Go through a couple of these relationships |
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Still stays strong |
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She's too young and dumb to call it quits |
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Learns that she carrying twice |
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Scared and afraid the first time |
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The second she don't even cry |
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Makes her wipe away his tears and it hurts |
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They always leave return crazy, so she doesn't flirt |
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Spends time warning the babies |
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Goes through a couple of these relationships and still stays strong |
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Too young and dumb to call it quits |
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Its still a love song |
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Shes got a good man |
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Shes 19, he's 21 and sweet and honest |
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Promised to love her |
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Talk of marriage |
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She would never wanna be somebody's baby's mother |
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Use rubbers occasionally |
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When she's flowing |
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Open to all the affection and gifts and all the good manners he's showing |
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He's trying to build a life for himself |
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Studies late computer shit and she's missing attention that she's not getting |
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Sex dwindles |
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Crawling in the sheets |
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He say "ya tired" and she say she feel "neglect and defeat" |
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Just doesn't see his ambition |
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She wanna be the universe and hold his center position |
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Starts hanging round the best friend more |
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Crazy attraction takes impultive action |
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Drop the drawers |
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And falls in love |
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The world explodes |
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And she confesses "yeah I did it, so?" |
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They so tight it like he moves when she stretches |
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Over the couple years |
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Too many stresses |
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Girls who wanna fight her |
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Bitches writing letters |
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Friendships disappearing |
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Plus he rhymes, so it's competitive |
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Pressure miscarriage |
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They break up fifty times a week and make up just as much |
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He fuckin', and I know, but pretending I'm out of touch |
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It's getting strained and gets physical |
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She cries until the river dries and leaves her dead and cold |
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Packs up her things and leaves behind what I thought was gold was only gold-plated |
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Thinking of all the other ones I coulda just left and up and dated |
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Singled after four years |
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Starting over never easy |
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But it takes some time to realize your own worth |
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Come into your own |
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Play your mental rebirth |
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She starts penning some better poems |
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Straighten up her bank account |
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Likes to take herself out |
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I'm getting better at it |
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I've had a few relationships |
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But still too young and dumb enough to call it quits |
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It's still a love song |
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Love |
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All I ever want is you |
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All I ever had, leading in my life was you |
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All that ever was, all I ever had |
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Maybe it's easier to talk about this shit in third person |
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Learning better |
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Wooking pa nub in all the wrong places |
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Like I'm Eddie Murphy |
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Curse me to repeat the same cycle |
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I'm breaking |
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No longer think relations make a better woman |
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Just for life, I'm pursuing |
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Growing, but hopelessly romantic still |
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Tasted weather in the bitter climates |
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Love the sunshine better |
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Dreaming of dream proposals |
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Decent moral values placing higher on my chart |
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Trying not to have a shallow heart |
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But battle scars are deep and reaching to the depth of hell and back |
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Try to give up the grudges |
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Think it's experience and move from the clutches of sadness |
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It's difficult |
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Sometimes I wish I wasn't an adult |
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Adolescent primetime sitcom star |
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I've been too far and too much, too hard, for too long |
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It's still a love song |