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Hurt Me Three
Loving hugs and welcome kisses, I love yous and you’re my misses, What we had was a special thing, And I dreamt of you giving me a ring. The way we met, the way we were, I was yours and that’s for sure. But you used your fist, And you used your voice. You used your power, With so much force. Tears were shed, I was filled with dread. I was speechless; I could not say, I was left in such dismay. As I look back, I see it now, You should stand up tall and take a bow. You had me fooled and you had me beat. Did I say beat? But not as a figure of speech. If you say that you love me so much, How can you give me something other than a loving touch? I was left with bruises, scratches and aches, Filled with pain because my heart did break. “I’m sorry baby; you’re the one for me!” Then he would say… “I lost control what happened to me?” Months went by, He was still on my mind, Is this true love? Is this a sign? So I let him back into my life, A slap in my face he hurt me twice. Shame on him, Shame on me, If he hurt me two times, Than he’ll hurt me three.
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