You were hot at the start.
I run cold in the heart.
You smiled, and I stepped forward.
I couldn't see your mind in your face
Once you turned your head.
I reached out,
and you waved it off as courtesy.
You reached out,
and I laughed your caress off as a
tickle.
I don't know why I play these games.
I don't know why we play these games.
I don't know why you play these games,
When I would have let you win.
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