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Sexual Promiscuity


I am a promiscuous girl, I let him drive, drive me crazy. I became the fool, I let him control my thoughts to believe its cool, To have sex without commitment and break the fornication rule. Yet I don’t know, am I damaged? I am a promiscuous guy, I drove her crazy with my manipulations. I have the most to lose, Yet I chose to be cruel, and play this girl like a fool. (Laughs) Sorry if I come off as being a bit rude, but I can’t help it if I’m just that dude. I’ve created damage mentally, By ruining her state of mind, But I couldn’t resist that woman’s big ole behind. I took her goods, and let her heart drip dry, It’s just sexual promiscuity, so there’s no need to ask why.
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