Sugar So Bitter
I'm eighteen dollars none the richer
And you're the type with diamonds on her hand
Inclined to fall for me; go figure
It makes my heart sink trying to be your kind of man
You got a cold grip on my chest
I'm sinking deeper now inside myself to hide
I have a cold soul next to your soul
But heaven knows it's twice as cold as this outside
Pretend to look at you with lust
Drains my resolve just being at your beck and call
How could I need to be so needed
Oh Lord, this isn't worth the cost at all
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2020
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