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You cannot feel the twisting of
my heart Or see the sea that surges through my brain Every time you play your fickle part With practiced nonchalance and well-honed art To lure some new recruit to your domain. You cannot feel the twisting of my heart. I know that I'd be happier apart From you, but I must crave the pain Every time you play your fickle part And Cupid flips another poisoned dart Into my desire with perfect aim. You cannot feel the twisting of my heart. Just when I think you're mine, again you start To flutter in my hands, which grasp in vain Every time you play your fickle part And smile like some hot, adulterous tart Out to drive all men in sight insane. You cannot feel the twisting of my heart Every time you play your fickle part. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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