I’m a goner so you don’t worry.
Your tales had sunk deeper in my mind.
You flit or flirt, why I’d be sorry?
I’m a goner, so you don’t worry.
Virtue in mind is a myth hoary.
A woman’s heart is of tempting kind.
I’m a goner, so you don’t worry.
To pull men till death, is your story.
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