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Touch my man!

Touch my man!

Carry your lies with crying eyes but you'll live your life always looking behind
With a tongue of a serpent, breathing lip service, I'll never give up the fightΒ 
This world is full of people like you, too afraid of telling the truth, playing games
For the good hearted like me, a whore like you is not worth anymore tears of pain

Touch my man again and I'll give you a taste to craveΒ 
Touch my man again and you'll be my tortured slave
Touch my man again and the dirt will be on your grave
Touch my manΒ 
Touch my man and...
The taste will be your painΒ 

Smeared red lipstick giving off an essence that you're easyΒ 
The smell of your prosecco breath was a stench that had me seethingΒ 
The extensions in your hair, nails, eyelashes, everything fake and more
Not knowing that the love we have has no price tag and can never be boughtΒ 

Is it realistic to look but don't touch?Β 
If not, one lay of hand and your wig will be cut!
I've such anger towards you, but my husband I trust
I don't believe your eyesΒ 
You've kissed him once
Again, and I'll end your life
So help me god you'll be on your kneesΒ 
So help me god, you will rest in peace!Β 

Touch my man again and I'll give you a taste to craveΒ 
Touch my man again and you'll be my tortured slave
Touch my man again and the dirt will be on your grave
Touch my manΒ 
Touch my man and...
The taste will be your pain
The taste will be your pain!Β 

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