My happy heart is never tied down
I'll lead you on and still get around
Belive my lies, my honest eyes
I'm a royal Hustler can't you see my crown?
Shoot you with my arrow, you wont feel a thing
In fact I'll numb you with my sheepish grin
Give me love, gifts and trips I suppose
I guess you've never seen a wolf in sheeps clothes
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