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First glimpse, instant attraction |
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She acted as if my interest was a common reaction |
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Took satisfaction in knowin she was beautiful |
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She twisted up the blessing and she used it as a tool |
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Of manipulation, yet I was blinder at aim |
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She was very athletic, but yet excelled at the mind game |
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Lame excuse, but it's the truth, come on, I mean |
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I was young and naive and would've believed anything |
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When it came to sweetheart, she had me wrapped |
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Around her little finger and my mind was tapped |
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But none the less, I'm the fault obviously |
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I was confused and chose stupidity over patiently waiting |
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I mean how could I not see that tryin to fill a God-sized void with her |
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Would only leave me empty, but I did it |
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And like a stupid human I fell |
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By the way, what's her name |
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I think they call her Jezebel |
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Jezebel, who? Jezebel, man, who is she, what is she? |
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Man, it's hard to tell |
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Jezebel, who? Jezebel, come on, what is she about? |
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Second glimpse, still attracted, but I'm not quite sure |
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Been playin games with Jezebel, but now I question what for |
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Before, it was a motivation, now, it's not clear |
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Now I'm askin myself, Reuben, who's the one at fault here |
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See, I'm the fool so why do I remain |
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In a relationship with all to loose, yet nothing to gain |
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Except headache, heartache, and an occasional where you been |
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Pssssssst, Jezebel, where'd you hear that (from a friend) |
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Frontin Godliness, I say hey miss, you're posin |
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You love material things, but you're favorite's sheepskin clothin |
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So then what can I say, her charm fades by the day |
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And I'm askin the Good Lord, whatever twisted me to stay |
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Straight for a moment, now it's time to let go |
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Though my willpower's weak, man, there's one thing that I know |
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That greater is he that's in me than he who's in this world |
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and it wasn't the he in me that hooked it up with this girl |
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Life must go on, the dawn of a new day was risin |
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I opened up my eyes and then I started realizin |
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That my vision was blurred so there will be no third glimpse |
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After two and a half, I think I came to my sense |
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So with this, I think it's time that we parted |
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And dismiss somethin we should never started |
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So miss, I guess I'll say farewell |
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One last time for the books, her name was what? |