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 UP LATE XI
He said he was my man
Sexually faithful to me
Was going crazy trying to understand
As he just kept on living with Marie

Through many nights, I tried to comprehend
As I'd cry alone, turn my other cheek and pretend
That his love was healing; all for me his heart
Then I'd try to be dealing, with together then apart

Never apart from me alone
Too busy sometimes to even phone
As I'd sit here like I am now
And pray to win his love somehow

Didn't have a chance as far as I can see
No room for me at your house already filled with Marie
While I'm up late because I am a stupid fool
You live with her and think you're so damn cool.


5/28/2006 0100 cj



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