How many times must I apologize before you learn to accept... Well I hope and I pray...that you ll end up with me someday... But I d really rather wish that you didn t... The devil s got my heart in a vice again...please don t drop the hammer... I swear to god I d be better off dead than to have to take you in to my bed... Well I hope and I pray...that you ll end up with me someday... But I d really rather wish that you didn t... OoohI want you...but I don t want to have to... I never asked you to be my guide...I never asked you to be my life... I never asked you to be my bride...I never asked you to be my wife... But I need you like a drug....I need you like a drug.... I need you like a drug... But drugs kill...and drugs slay...and I won t need you at all someday... So I d really rather wish that you didn t....look at me that way... Don t even look at me...with your pity... Don t look at me...don t look at me....you re my devil... The devil s got a gun to my head.

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