He Is a Scoundrel a Mutt
He is a scoundrel, a mutt, a con-man, a sleaze.
Keep talking I think.
I love bad boys!
He’ll hurt you, he will not fit in, he is the worst.
I could find something off the street better than that for you.
Sure, you know me better than I know myself.
He has a horrible reputation.
He will break your heart; he is not the one.
I scoff but say nothing, secretly thinking he might be.
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