Got You Off My Tongue

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Roasted chicken, 90’s fragrance, shall I surprise the her I want
I don’t smoke, but have been conscious-cool to ask for a cigar
A passing stranger open fuck door mirror cold floor, sorry I rhyme
Sometimes I stare at commercials and forget about my horse ride
Just when things started making sense for me, it didn’t last
The chance, I was dining alone and chess was to play against the self
It’s sweet, the way you pretend not to love me, I think you do…