You see I hate to accuse,
And I hate to point fingers.
But love, I'm accusing you,
And my fingers pointing right at you.
You stole my heart
And it wasn't yours to steal.
You hold my heart,
And now you can control everything I do.
You're like a puppet master
And I'm your puppet.
You say dance,
And that's what I do.
I'd like to ask for it back,
But you're a wicked thief.
"Finders keepers, losers weepers."
Is what you say.
So my heart was stolen,
And I'm the weeper.
You stole my heart,
And now you're the keeper.
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Who knew you'd be a thief? hope you enjoyed xx
