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I know this look of yours - it do wrong on the women
But still I know that under it you hide by yourself that you love me
you wanna be the greatest one and me to be jealous of you to death
your cheap women worry me very little/ don't worry me very much
you won't get more beautiful if all the women sleep with you
I know that you just die from anger because again you depend on me
you won't get more rich if you buy a glory
I make you the best - are you afraid of that?
I will pray in other life, but in this one I will have you
you wanna be very bad. You're sick of that you love
you have other (women), but you are mine, to laugh or to cry?
you're lieing me, but whatever - your eyes divulge you