He calls her love, and he tells her pretty things.
Does he not conceive of, the way his lies sting?
He calls her beautiful, but she will never believe.
They are all just lustful, she won't be decieved.
He calls her baby, he will make a mess of her yet.
Her hands are shaking, there's just to much to forget.
He calls her perfect, but she feels so lost.
What do you expect, when his satisfaction is at her cost?
She calls him the one, because she's into wishful thinking.
But as soon as he's done, her heart will go missing.
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