Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment
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Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
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A plan that I can implement
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to make a dent on ignorance
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Instead of drunk belligerence
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and the dissidence of miscreants
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Especially in this instance
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with the never ending persistence
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to use the words in each sentence
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as if they were blunt instruments
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to beat a hole in the defense
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of this beauty and her innocence
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which serves to just build resistance
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in spite of all my good intents.
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The beat that my heart skipped
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This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
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Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
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No disrespect
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But we left a lot of people upset
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And what we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect
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Well good god damn and other such phrases
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I haven't heard a beat like this in ages
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To miss such a beat would have been outrageous
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But when you heart skips a beat its ruthless and aimless
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She caught my attention in her fishnets
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Then she reeled me in expecting nothing more than kissed necks and quick sex
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But that weren't the case with this platinum princess
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She's attracted my interest
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So I wanted to impress'.
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Upon her all the positive things
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That come form having more than just a one night fling
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But that's something that's easier in theory than in practice
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Since pick up lines are tactics
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To get prey to the mattress
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And this actress
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Is practiced
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In shunning such theatrics
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When put upon daily by tactless geriatrics
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So my genuine advances are met with po-faced skepticism
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Throwing complements but she just straight elects to miss them
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Her lips were put on this earth for dispersing wisdom
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God forbid I suggest she lets me kiss them
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But I really want to know what she thinks of me
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Because I'm loving every idiosyncrasy
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But I ain't one to jump through hoops to make a 1st impression
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Been there, done that, learnt the worst of lessons
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We want to be loved for who we appear to be instead of who we are
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So I real selves take a backseat behind the pomp and the faA¡×ade
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And that's as true of the rude boys, downing pints and acting hard
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As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard
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The Beat That My Heart Skipped
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Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip |