byadam applebiter©

You're a wicked little tart,
With a fickle little heart,
And your eyes are dancing tangos
As you play with innuendoes.
But then, who's complaining?
Your little games are entertaining,
Even when I know
That it's all just for show,
And the promises you're making
Are only made for breaking,
And those come-to-bed eyes
Are just telling little lies.

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