I make it half past six you come at seven
Always trying to keep me, hanging around
You little spoilt thing, girl you kept me waiting
Never contemplating my point of view
This comes as no surprise
I'm a fool, for I believed your lies
But now I've seen thruogh your disguise
Who needs, well I don't need, who needs you?
Oh I believed you
Went on my knees to you
How I trusted you
But you turned me down
But it's dog eat dog in this rat race
And it leaves you bleeding lying flat on your face
Reaching out, reaching out for helping hand
Where is that helping hand?
How I was pushed around
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