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
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