Oh my God
You have that look in your eyes
An all-too-familiar gaze
I never expected this from you
The sound of your voice was too sweet
And I knew I smelled your breath
But you had me baby, hook, line, and sinker
And I gave you the first of me
I was pure and you were martyr
You shoot the innocent
It was nice to know you taught me
How to tango in the armoury
You were locked and loaded
I was not ready for war

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