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Hey There Pretty Girl

Hey there pretty girl,
You don’t need him,
When those beautiful smiles,
Turn into frowns.

Hey there pretty girl,
He only uses you,
To get closer to those,
Who will only laugh you down.

He gets himself ahead,
With a pretty face at his side,
Pleasing your animal needs,
But that isn’t your only side.

In what you find as love,
He knows as convenience,
And your heart is left standing,
Out there in the cold.

And as the circus rolls into town,
You are close beside him,
Only for him to reach into your chest,
And pull out your heart.

He waits for the elephants to pass,
And he throws your heart out,
Only to be trampled,
So he wouldn’t have to fulfill it.

He’ll pump you full of kids,
And you’re his forever,
Or until he’s done,
And you’re left with the litter.

Don’t believe me?
It’s happened before,
A different couple,
A different time.

I don’t want that to happen to you,
I want you to find a good one,
Or find me,
Who sees your heart in the cold,
And lets it sit by their fire.

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