when you bring it to my lips
Like a sin I keep committing
I indulge in you
Finishing sentences I don't dare complete
I thought we had it all
But life kicks me in the face
and says I'm wrong
is that I'm nothing but
your Monday man
I suffice your cravings
until the next day comes
Then comes along your Tuesday prick
Who you've got on a string
Should I call you puppetmaster from now on?
After everything we've been through
and all the time invested into this relationship
You would treat me like this
and you don't care about me
You just want the sheets filled
with any man you see
And where I'm from, we have a name for that
Being a gentlman, I won't call you that
After all, I'm only
You're flavor of the week












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