Cycle

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Chasing Girls, Make Her Catch Feelings Adore Her Til She Makes Me Start Digging Digging In Her Pink Gold
Til I Get Tired Of Her And Grow Old Of Her Actons
Now It's Off To The Races, I'm Packing On Search Some New Cats To Hunt
Leaving Her Broken And Weary She Hates Me But She Miss Me
Missing The Sweet Words I Spoke Gave Her A New Heart
That I Just Broke Angry At My Kind Because Of Me She Starts To Proclaim "Men Are My Enemy"
Once Sweetheart Turned Sour
Following Boys Hearts, She Devour Now She's A Player Of The Game We Call "Love" Few Good Men Pass By But She Declined Just Because She Proclaim " Men Ain't Shit "

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