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[sid] => 11795
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Don't Call
[time] => 2003-02-01 22:00:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => You call me in the middle of the night
And I’m supposed to think thats all right I ought to feel special because you called me first In fact I think that makes me feel worse I’m not your prize I don’t feel to deal with your lies Don’t tell her you say And things can remain this way Why would I want them too Put everybody on the line for you You're not fair to me You tell me to open my eyes And the person I visualize I don’t even recognize I never did anything like that before Now you think I’m your whore It’s not even that I did you a favour I let you try out a new flavour Sugar and spice you know my styles precise You have impeccable taste What a waste Since you’ll lie when faced You could never be true It's just not in you I won’t hold it over your head But don’t expect to find yourself in my bed [comments] => 2 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Carmen [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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