You have the nerve to blatently make up lies
Without blinking and look directly into other's eyes
You were made expert to toy with feelings not your own
Without remorse gladly I am quick to disown
Though I think of many things to throw
Always choose the lady before putting on a show
A coward you turned out to be
Mere chance of explaining make you flee
Signs of immaturity you not willing to fix
Who will tolerate your conniving ways?
Then I realize, one that easily lays
just like you
That is your boo

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