Who, who, who
I emphatically reject any notion that I knew
But what was I to do
My secret is that, a secret for me to know
Not to be handled to and fro
I sit firm in my pretend oblivion with half a smile
Although I think I might give in, in a while
Your stares are curling my hairs
Your threats are making me sweat
OH FINE!!!
Who, Who, Who
It's.........
Whoops :)
Dusty
Written for Liz and Tiffy
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