To Be Your Girl
Last week you swore that you loved me
Those few simple words just filled me with glee
To know you were there to take my hand
Being your girl - It's oh so grand
But then I saw you holding her tight
This dark betrayel - I thought that you might
So I ran home and cried and took a gun in my hand
Being your girl - It's isn't that grand
Then when I found you and screamed 'Your a liar'
All you could see was this rage - Like a fire
And now your both blooded and dead
That'll teach you for screwing with my head!
by
belleamourposted on 05/08/2007
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