How To Tame The Rare Stiletto Lioness

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    So let me see if i've got this right
    'cause you're the one who will have left
    With a kansas city shuffle, you'll break my neck
    As goodkat would, swift and adept

    But if you would be kind, rewind back to, say, 5 o'clock
    Your tongue's a razor to keep me clean cut and in line
    As you're shadowing my lips
    You wrap your belt around me like a leash tied to your hips
    Persuading me with the hypocrisy of your sex-stained innocence
    No, no, i see right through your trap, between those crocodile tears
    Are jaws that bite to leave a mark at the apex of my ears
    In a mouth that stretches miles to tell your friends
    (and their friends, and their friends...)
    About the guy who's not so sure you're what he wants
    "oh, i'm what you want"

    Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
    Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
    Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
    A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight

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    I'm a predicated victim of your voracity and lust
    As far as i'm concerned, i'm just the biggest target in your range
    But when it's pawn against the queen, i'll ponder carefully
    And weigh the cons against the pros before i make my move
    If i refuse to fall subject to your relentless manipulation
    We'll wrestle words then twist our tongues
    To mend each pointless altercation
    It's too predictable and difficult to say it's worth the while
    But i know you'd start a riot just to keep me in your bed

    Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
    Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
    Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
    A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight

    Wait, i've got a plan: i'll conjure a charade
    Depicting me as the consistency that's scattered through your brain
    I'll keep you flattered to fuel your narcissistic flame
    Cause that's the one thing that's to blame for your insatiability
    But it's all an act, and that's a fact
    I don't have the tact to keep your satisfaction (you're never satisfied)
    You'll graze my imperfections
    And start thinking that i'm not enough to satisfy your needs

    Well we talked it out, pitched in two cents
    Let's make a deal, let's make some sense of it
    Twenty bucks says you're my best bet
    A hundred bucks says you're not worth the weight

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