I have no reason
to go back to his place
except that I'm hooked
I'm stuck, I'm glue.
Is he the devil?
or am I easy prey?
to the words he says
or his kind face.
Under the wagon,
things seem to be okay
Will we behave?
Will we complain?
And now I'm here
again with him
it's been succint
it's been so clear
The air he breaths
I need
the way he is
so goes with me
Going in circles
takes me back to the place
where I began
What's best for us?
My indecision
makes me unhappy again
When will this end?
this has to change
And now I'm here
again with him
it's been succint
it's been so clear
The air he breaths
I need
the way he is
so goes with me.

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