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Your Mouth Is Foul
I;m not buying what you sell
Because I can already tell
Everything you say to me
Isn't truthful, can't you see
The interest's no longer there
You're talking but I don't hear
Any words my ears are blocking
As the seconds are tick tocking
Turning into tortured minutes
Waiting for your mouth to finish
All the lies your tryna cover
Turning me into a lover
That you'll toss aside and use
But my heart and mind refuse
To be a notch put on your belt
I've known others who have felt
The pain of this act you pull
I know you are really full
Of disgust, meanness and lies
Shut up, walk away, don't try
To convince me you wont be
A womanizing a-- to me
I'm not falling for your sap
I am smarter than the crap
And foul odor from the sh--
Your mouth is trying to admit
Copyright ©
Robin Davis
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