Dear Ms. Leading I hate to tell you that I no longer need your services
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A bitter fabricating manufacturer of lust
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You have been presented as
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It doesn¡¯t do a thing for me, I now know your identity
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A black widow who temps her prey with promises of love
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If ignorance is bliss ,wish I was blissfully ignorant
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But I'm not, I'm enlightened now light has been presented to me
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In. Spite. Of. You.
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You know Ms. Leading I regret to inform you
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I¡¯ve fallen out of lust
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It must be so hard to understand
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Hell no I don¡¯t think so, hell no I don¡¯t think so
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Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
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And make believe everything you said was true
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Push your powdered lips on another unsuspecting lovers
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Hell no I don¡¯t think so, hell no I don¡¯t think so
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Dear Ms. Leading in response to your response
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I'm simply unavailable
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I hope you got the message in the message that I sent
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Shame on me for falling for someone so dense
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In different times I¡¯d might of fooled around with something warm, something with security
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As fleeting as momentary rapture and the pleasure of collapsing in arms
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So welcoming to others just like me
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Come now Ms. Leading I regret to inform you
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I¡¯ve fallen out of lust
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It must be so hard to understand
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Hell no I don¡¯t think so, hell no I don¡¯t think so
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Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
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And make believe everything you said was true
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Push your powdered lips on another unsuspecting lovers.
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Hell no I don¡¯t think so, hell no I don¡¯t think so
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Dear Ms. Leading
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The Dear Hunter |