Oh mister back-talker
I see your game
I see how you tell me
But you don't tell them the same
Oh mister back-talker
Tell me why
How could It be so easy
To tell such lies
Oh mister back-talker
If that's your real name
Just what is your angle
What is there for you to gain
What can be trusted
From that sin that slides from your lips
Oh mister back-talker you talkin'
But your words are now dismissed
Yes it is true
I once fell for your game
Not any more
Our so called love is just a shame
So oh mister back-talker
There's no use for your stories
They can read it all here
Oh mister back-talkin' Torey
©2009 Erica Harrell (Rachelle Reve`)
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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