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Cookie Jar


A defense mechanism To keep me from the pain Not even realizing I’m hurting just the same I bare it all now So it won’t be stolen later I put it all out there So I can’t be tricked into giving it up Yet either way it’s taken from me But now I’ve changed what they’re thinkin of me “She’s a slut She’s a ho Cause she gave it up so easy She did everything I like She knew just the way to please me But I got it all from her So there’s no need for me to stay” And so they all bounce And there’s never more to say I mean what can really I say though? Oh, that’s not really me? I’m not that type of girl? No, but really. Cause It seems like I am I’m just lowkey about mine But that doesn’t really make it better Just because no reputation preceeds me Doesn’t mean I’m any better Than all the other girls who get down the way I do Fuckin like it’s nothing Like I have nothing to lose But in reality I’m sacrificing so much By giving up that cookie He saw how easy it was to get his hand inside that jar So now he sees promiscuity Instead of a chance to go far
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