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Count Me Out I s'pose you think that I'm your whore. I give and give, yet you want more. It never seems to be enough. Well, now it's gonna get real tough. Because a vulture I'll not be, Circling around for all to see, Waiting for her leftover scraps, Falling in your treacherous traps. The more you lie the deeper you fall. I'm outa here and please don't call. |
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slang used--- gonna and outa
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