Leftover
14 January, 2004
Author: Christina
The Grim Reaper has come,
knocking at your door
Never mind, it's just that guy
You know, the little man-whore
He's been with everyone
and their mother,
the "innocent" hottie
that's always looking for another
Every girl that's had their heart broken
knows who I'm talking about,
the one that has the ability
to magnify every doubt
You can't help loving him...
know every time you heart skips
there's some other girl,
still leftover on his lips
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