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How dose it feel me standing here and you there. Slowly sly back but you stand to much pride to move this is how I know I have the moves. On this platform I control the moods. I see the light the night the day the moon casted out of my soul onto you. From this platform you will can not move an endeavor you will feel my soul. My love was crazy crazy crazy love. Endless and beckoning. Knowing already were it was going.

To much, you know what its true. Aint no other woman that can step like that. I got you. To strong to rich, love to crazy. So kiss my happy Irish chick a*s. Thats right To much you can't stride you can't ride. So much talk I will not spend years lingering over heart aches or trickery at my feet far to many other lepercons wanting to find rainbows in fields that i have laid. I'm not your friend that turns to your lover and to you I'm not your Irish chick with a cool atmosphere. To much for you. Yes its true but I don't mind my fiddle aint got s**t to loose my friend I will always love you but your tone has lost its tune can't move slow enough to make love bloom and the drummer well lets just say some men never find the right beat. Basting in lies beneath the skin easier to lay with some one who will never see it. Then to stay with a woman will only push life in dictions most will only fail. Like the music floating waiting for a grasp so many flavors colorations that right its true, to much. A fire storm that awful weather never predictable. Testing the lines. Intoxicated close enough to carry my life with in. a mere shell you never touched the center the best part lays inside and only the strong can find. Only the real only one with more pride will sanctified what I love. Can you handle the pain. Can you taste the rain? I'm carrying on the life I live, crazy two shots straight no ice goes right to my head and I love it this way. It brings me alive but that is a mere something. The bottles bottom is not where I need to be free I laugh anyways so yes to much in deed that is me and you can kiss my happy Irish a*s. Leave all behind closed doors I'm shedding light to bring it all back. Love me if you dare I will make you leave allowing you clean your wounds in later years. Heavens wild child don't you know sinners have souls too. I've loved every single one of you but I've been a very bad bad girl. For I have watched and waited for the scream of release . The wave you can not keep upon the sand nor the clown you may pin down I'm not a simple fool. Life control I guess Its ok to show for I have already a bit but to you and you and you and you its a merely a show. Raging pointing at those thought of me a rat and tried to place a cage only to smirk as they run away. Games are not men for the weak so unless you plan to play for pain to startle my teeth. I 've been hurt yes in deed but most loved by few but left known its to late to apologize the damage is already complete. And the game was already finished my friend. Leaving you all with your mess. I'm not the one waiting for the call nor do I need to consume your high. I do what moves my soul not yours too. Standers my own mind flowing free. Stuck on stupid s**t right to much for you and you. I aint the one for you. Laid back girl that dose what ever your call thats the one for you.