when i hate a guy


You wouldn’t believe what I can do

Fluttering my lips

That’s how deceiving I may get

It’s true never make a lady cry

If you’ll do you won’t get by

It’s how deadly a woman could get be

Still lovely though a vengeance? Prowess?

Had not Delilah’s ghost visited in the night

A secret would not be revealed

Samson; threatening, strangling and oppressing

What’s common in their story was different

No trust was budding, faith was unpresent

Samson cut his hair to delight his audience

Sympathy was gain, Delilah’s the bandit

Seize her you’ll be the judge

How greatly she loved, how deadly she get

That’s how I hate a guy

That it wouldn’t be like that

If I don’t love him so

Submitted: January 03, 2008

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