End goal oriented
She's infuriated
By the slightest sitch
She's always got an itch
For everyone but you
You feel deflated,
but you can cope with this
Maybe I'll have to say goodbye
Maybe you'll come back,
and this won't be our
Swansong lullaby
End goal oriented
Still infuriated
Bet she's loving this
She's scratching that itch
For everyone but you
Maybe you're crazy
Can you cope with this?
Maybe I'll have to say goodbye
Maybe you'll come back,
and this won't be our
Swansong lullaby
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Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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