The Things You Do

You haunt me
You taunt me
You flaunt what
You've got...

Cause you tease me
You please me
Though not very
Often although
When you soften
Your touch and
You do this at
School and they
All think you're
Cool though you
Treat me unfairly
And though I am
Weary I seem to
Not care though
You make me look
Easy and everyone
Stares...

But I love you
There's no one
Above you
Making me whole
And freeing my
Soul and you don't
Understand and they
Don't see just
How much you mean
To me...
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