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A Night Like Tonight

by arianne.rogers.7

I'd show him what he asked for If he called me beautiful, I'd take another shot If I could prove that I'm fun, I'd agree we were "just messing around" If I could feel his love On a night like tonight, Stressed and alone, I know why girls are Attached to the phone. His pleasure, her heart, It's all for the taking On a night like tonight. Selling dreams and dignity For an ounce or two, For a rush, To be in on the game, For a feeling of completion, Satisfaction. But I know in my heart, Only for a moment. So I'll stay dressed And I'll say no To a drink or a drag, To pleasure and fun In the moment, For eternity With a Love like no other, A pleasure worth any, Fulfillment for all time, So even on a night like tonight, Stressed and alone, When I know why girls are attached to the phone, My pleasure, my heart, Are not for the taking, Not even on a night like tonight.
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Jess Vaughn Writes
<p>I love it because it takes courage and dignity to maintain one&#39;s virtue when the whole world is telling you to go for it and YOLO, etc., etc.&nbsp; And the sway of a pubescent boy is often a strong pull.&nbsp; Often girls are in a spin - whether emotions or alcohol - and before they know it, their power is lost and gone.&nbsp; Beautiful strength and depth in between these lines...</p>

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