Stupid is what stupid does but
that's true also for love.
All my emotion was excreted, manipulated and dried to the core- all to please a 1993 born boy.
Mentally he was controlling me, physically he was exhausting me.
Night after night, bleacher behind bleacher- the whole while invading my innocence.
How could I have gotten so lost in a '93 born womanizer?
His smile was a facade, those
muscular arms his mask. Late
night phone calls and mid-day conversations. Little did I know- it
was all a fool's paradise; 'cus
there I was relaxin' by the palm
trees. Don't be like me-
Don't fall for the false lines of 1993. <|3
that's true also for love.
All my emotion was excreted, manipulated and dried to the core- all to please a 1993 born boy.
Mentally he was controlling me, physically he was exhausting me.
Night after night, bleacher behind bleacher- the whole while invading my innocence.
How could I have gotten so lost in a '93 born womanizer?
His smile was a facade, those
muscular arms his mask. Late
night phone calls and mid-day conversations. Little did I know- it
was all a fool's paradise; 'cus
there I was relaxin' by the palm
trees. Don't be like me-
Don't fall for the false lines of 1993. <|3
LuvKirstyn14
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