The Mistress - text

If you see me on the street
I don’t expect we’ll speak
But please acknowledge me
And don’t pretend we didn’t sleep
Entangled in the sheets
She washes every week
But don’t you worry
I won’t make a scene in front of her
‘Cause I know you love me
Though not enough to leave
And I’m half praying
You would disappear to somewhere
I could never be

No. I couldn’t let you go
I’m forced to watch the show
I bought the most expensive seats
I’m here in the front row

Text přidala Klarushka12

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