“You discreet? I’m married on the DL.” Thanks, dude. If Cheaters ever returns on air, I can’t wait to be a blurred face running away from the site of our indiscretion with this song in mind.
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I should probably be writing this in pencil so it’s easier to erase any trace back to me. I’m boiling over, though, and I’m afraid if I don’t express it, I’ll erupt.
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Do you hear that? It sounds like a smash hit…kidding! More like smashed to bits. I don’t think anyone is ready to take this call.
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Will I ever shed this skin, the one that makes me feel like such a bottom feeder? No matter where I crawl to, there is always a hard surface getting in my way. Well, if you can’t cocoon, rule the room.
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Is it playtime already? Based on the excitement I’m seeing on the screen, all nipples (and other parts) are pointing to an emphatic "Yes!” When “Right Now” correlates with the rising of the sun, who can stop the orange mask in its filtered tracks?
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The webs I weave…I wish I could be more patient, like a spider. When I begin to spin for control, though, it always twists and turns into chaos. Then, I’m wrapped up in shame with no one else to blame but myself. Ugh…
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As my heart reaches for the pen, my hands reach for my…I don’t know if this lyrical project to overcome any and all sexual addiction will result in any music from the heart; still, I stand firm in my resolve to unload.
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