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Yo, ya don't hafta come over
Man, ya don't wanna be my lover
Because I screamed at your precious roommate
Tired of you filling up her plate

While you denied mine
Thought it dandy and fine
That you go home to her after me
Where I'm not welcome to be

Well I do yell, then I forgive
It's more that I can say for those who live
In Athena, at 343 Hunt Court
The man takes in a baby, his woman to abort

All my efforts to get her claws out of him
She just laughs at me to pretend
That she's better than all my rage
So he stays with her, we all age

While I'm the youngest of the three
Took care of our middle man while she
Only has him as a gigolo
Why they won't get disconnected I know

Because romantic passion they fear
Jealousy and pain they refuse to hear
No matter if I belted it out with a bullhorn
She will keep them together forlorned

So let go because you're gone
Let it come back when you turn me on
Yo, ya don't hafta come over anytime
Yo, ya stay with her, I'll write my rhyme

Then after the pages are all filled
I've gained strength because I've healed
This soul deep in me you wouldn't take
By staying with her you'd forsake

That affection you'd give your womanchild
As you go home to her, leave me wild
Yo, ya don't hafta come over anymore
Yo, ya go home to her whom I abhor

Because I do adore ya
Yes, I still love ya too
Except I have to ignore ya
Your same emotion for me went right on through

To her and your home there
To where I have to not care
As far down the road as it takes
Be walking it until end's in site of your heartbreaks

I am broken
Words are spoken
Will either of you ever understand?
A couples only two---and three's the devil's plan...

5/28/2006 1804 cj

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