Karma
I call it drama
But it might very well be
Fate’s reciprocation
Of the hurt and frustration
That is my (cuss)
And the things that I do
Yes on you I cheat
All the girls behind your back I meet
A snake in the dirt
A player’s gift of flirt
All the apples I pick
Make me sick
With worms of charm
I know tears are falling
My name in your sleep you’re calling
Every night when I wont answer my phone
Cause I’m wrapped up in another woman…
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