Poor Soul

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One man. No hope.
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I noticed a beauty from across the bar.
Hot enough to be a movie star.

I imagine her making me hard and wet.
My heart now feels like it's caught in a net.

One night only she came to my bed.
She made me feel alive and not dead.

She made me cum she did it so right.
This turned about to be a beautiful night.

She got on top with just my luck.
The girl just really knew how to fuck.

I wish this would happen all night long.
But then I noticed something was wrong.

It was all fantasy, nothing but a fake.
How much more can a man really take?

The girl left with another man, how can this be?
She never thought once to even look at me.

I thought I was getting laid, my lucky night.
It was not to be, it didn't feel right.

I was alone, depressed, and horny as hell.
This was too personal who would I tell?

I was ready and set to go over the edge.
My best bet is finding the nearest ledge.

I'm going away no one would care.
This life of mine is too much to bare.

No woman wants me I don't know why.
Now it's time for me to say goodbye.

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