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The play's the thing . . .

You’re so good at what you do
They just fall in love with you 
All your words are so sincere
Everything they want to hear
You read them like you would a script
You melt hearts by kissing lips 
Loving tender ardent phrases
Warm sweet deep meaningful gazes
You draw them in
You lead them on
They want to be your only one
It’s just a game
A bedpost notch
You reel them in
They’re hooked; they’re caught
And if you get what you deserve?
Will that stop you? Will you hurt?
Will you then spend your future days
Having changed your wicked ways?
The time may come
When we shall see
But I will know
Since you are me.

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