dating game
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It was like morning dew
Chills on skin, light globe shun on you
It was then I knew
My, my, my ass down for you
This aint no lie, this only truth
Like it was cheers all the way
That was before someone said
Refrain, Abstain,
the words we are told.
A game, A game,
the loser behold.
His morals he left,
his values he tore.
'Till all goodness cleft,
and no conscience wore.
An oath he did promise,
