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by A.J. Heard
etrayal is a funny thing...
There was a time
When I dreamed of hot sex with you
Exploring and learning about each other's sensual side
But you decided you wanted that with Jan
Finding all your most sensitive spots
What makes you really hot, unleashing all your secrete wants
But Jan got your number, instead of me
All those different things I wanted to try
You? Not! Till you met Jan
The things I would have tried with someone I trust,
I would have been completely at your mercy,
but willingly filled with lust.
Did she float your boat, rock your world, make you cry?
You gave her all, I think
that's where your passion went,
what I think should have been mine,
you willingly gave to her,
she got your number all right.
There was a time I wanted to give you
every fantasy you ever had and make
you cry because t was so good.
I guess Jan did that for you, dialing you like a telephone
I just hope, she was worth losing, what could have been, for us,
worth losing me.
Trust, betrayal, sex and pain all together in a chain
Keeping yourself locked up behind that wall,
"it's uncomfortable having your mouth on me like that"
Keeping it all so polite and calm, quiet,
this is AT&T your long distance call is ready . . .
She got your number and I got sprint.
Never having a clue as to how to go on with me,
how responsive I might be, to kissing . . .
But I guess you got your fill of that with Jan
and felt there would be no comparison?
It's funny, but if you had asked Joel,
he could have told you about the kissing,
how hot that makes me. It could have been
direct dial all the way with him, but I've never
been good at the kind of work it would take
To have an affair you know . . .
But like I said, Jan got your number and there was nothing left for me
And now you feel like I'm betraying you
But I have made my feelings clear, or lack in that respect,
I've held nothing back
You keep dialing to make a connection,
that has been disconnected
And you should know, you helped in the dismantling
Don't you recognise your own handling?
So when you look at me with suspicion at the softness in my eyes
And the lack of tension in my body
Just remember AT&T is always there, reach out and touch someone
I did and you know what, they touched me right back!
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