Tis the temper and the swarm
tis the devil keeps you warm
where you lay he lays with you
so banter as you must, the crap floods from your bust
tis the devil keeps you warm
like the brazen of glass
the showing off your ass
he stands by your every whim
I know him we have met
No love has been spent
I ssay to him everytime "you live in the dawn of the uncivilized and you make me yawn"
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