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Don’t think that I would come around,
I can’t be just a hand-me-down,
To someone who would leave me swaying in the sun.
There’s more to this than meets the eye,
And I can see straight through your lies,
So I’ll play your games and hope you’re having fun.
Don’t think that I’d just knuckle down,
While you make that awful sound,
That lets me know that you’re happy with yourself,
Cos I would sooner see you cry,
Than see the angel in your eyes,
And let myself just slip in to your hell.
And the door,
Just,
Closes.
I’d sit and wait for the times to change,
But I don’t think you’re going to change,
I don’t think you’re ever going to spare me, love
You’re the queen bee and I’m your slave,
Overworked and underpaid,
But that's okay cos I know you’re not so tough.
But I don’t want you to ignore me,
I am just a story,
I am just a joke that you tell to your friends,
I came here to remind you,
That I would never find you,
Cos’ it’s all been a joke in your head.
So no,
Dice,
Sweetie.
I’d sit and wait for the times to change,
But I don’t think you’re going to change,
I don’t think you’re ever going to spare me, love
You’re the queen bee and I’m your slave,
Overworked and underpaid,
But that's okay cos I know you’re not so tough.
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