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In the wee hours between dreams of fantasy And before REM sleep appears with common sense These hours bring forth apparitions That in no way make sense Yet there you are Playing with my feelings Disturbing my sleep Taking off your night clothes Enticing me more than should be allowed But spare me the foreplay rhetoric No more teasing Come lay down next to me You lay next to me and we began to cook But the cooking does not go well The entire time dreaming of you Fuels my senses but it is not real Trying to make dreams real sucks Though you are real You’re not here You’re there next to her The torture, my mental torture Knowing I can’t live without you But no matter what I do there is no forgetting The nightmare is you are there with her I would tell her I saw you first You were mine first I made love with you first And you loved me first She loved me back first I love you very much too But after I introduced you to her You got greedy and decided why not have us both Instead of just me What a great idea you must have thought But not with me, Baby, I'm nobody's patsy Tonight both of you will pay the price... … …

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