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The Ballad Of The Cowardly Fornicator

Lacking vision, I never saw it coming.
I can be more than a good time.
My decisions illustrated me running.
Everyday I become more inclined.
I lay all alone, solitary in bed.
You call my phone when you want head.

I'm astonished at how the tables are turning.
Hoping for reciprocation, someday I'll take a chance.
The passion was always in me, burning.
Feeling numb at the sedation of making an advance.
At the sound of your tone, your intention is read.
You call my phone when you want head.

Never was very gifted in notions of romance.
Do you know how hard it is for me to express.
Yet a talent is born when emotion expands.
My heart is big but I keep it supressed.
By what is shown, I'm starting to shed.
You call my phone when you want head.

I'll tell you what I can't stand.
The omission of a clue, something that'll suggest.
You hold what my soul demands.
Say you want me as much as I'd like to undress.
I apologize if I have been mislead.
You call my phone when you want head.

I hate that you aren't my man.
I need courage to cross that line.
Side by side yet we never hold hands.
I'm afraid of what's inside your mind.
Without your attention I'd live to be dead.
You call my phone when you want head.

Worst case scenario, you don't feel the same.
The news would be devastating.
I'll have to carry on, living with pain.
As damage starts escalating.
I'd rather hope to die instead.
You call my phone when you want head.

We'll sleep together again.
In silence I'll find refuge as a coward.
I'll still have to pretend.
My lust isn't infatuation powered.
You'll never know my heart has bled.
You call my phone when you want head.

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