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If you see my face go soft then I say It's time for these games to end these are lame If you look in my face you'll see that I am faced With your choice in my place when this is in poor Taste If I explain to you when I want to Then I would go through your fake male revue Of how great you must be since your hung like the Horse in that image that you watch when you touch it So I say into your such strong words that I'm sure If I checked into your such strong insecure Cause I know what I've seen and I know what you Mean, you're all fists with no heart and small shoes When you're hard I am fed up with every word that you say You're a typical male who doesn't know how to play So you make up your words with a false hidden display, and then you run out when it is your own turn to play We both know you fall short of what it would take To push in further the walls that suround your face You're scared because you do not have what it would take, to satisfy her when you come up to the plate From Letras Mania