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He Got Me

10/5/2017

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he got me.  Again
talkin smooth words and sweet nothins
whisperin bout all what makes him different.
He be a real man
Commitment-bound, forever-sound
In the type of love he like to give.
He lookin for a woman
Just.  Like.  Me.
Independent.  Outspoken.  Confident.
Cause I'm past-written
But future-defined.
Oh wait and I mustn't forget
Can I get a ring size, he says
And I, foolishly, let my heart trip
Just a little.
Yeah, I got all caught up in thinking
Is he the one?
Please, God, let him be the one.
Oh, he was the one all right,
Lyin bastard.
He turn out to be
Just. Like. Them.
Men who made—I'd never—promises.
I'd never leave you, hurt you,
Be like the rest.
I'd never promises filled with nothin but lies
Singin songs like
Why women act like all men the same
Cause see, I'm different, he says.
Yeah, he mighta walked in different
But his ass looked real familiar when he left.
I'll admit.
he got me. Real. Good.
Reminding me that even the smartest woman
Can be played a fool.
Again.

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