And once againI'm given the
And once again
I'm given the chance
To live my weekend
To that dance.
We all know
How last time went,
My reputation
Is a little bent.
So easy to go
With DJ,
I wish I had
Stayed away.
They talk about me
During class,
About how easily
He got some ass.
And how, afterwards,
He left me there,
How it was obvious
He didn't care.
Days later
I was on the mend;
I had myself
A new boyfriend.
Hope DJ knows
That he never mattered;
He didn't leave me
Feeling tattered.
But maybe Steven
Is just a defense
To help me out
With my pretense...
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