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She came to my door
Imagine how happy she made me
Until I would learn
Her only intent was to play me
I cannot forget
So deeply her ill will offends me
I can but regret
And join in a chorus against me
No respect will he reap
No good name from favourite charity
No respect will he heap
To the bounds of known vulgarity
La la la la-la-la
La la la la-la-la
There once was a time
When I might have been self respecting
When favours performed
Were equal to favours collecting
There once was a time
When I wasn't filled with self loathing
For giving my heart
And getting back far worse than nothing
No respect will he reap
No more fuel for wayward vanity
No respect will he keep
Though disgust will stay at parity
La la la la-la-la
La la la la-la-la
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| © 2007, 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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