Sweet words never fascinate me, cus realities are often in stark contrast.
There's often a grinding teeth behind sweet smiling lips.
My love is six feet deep, but God's love is beyond that.
The shortcut to success is hard work.
When my cell rings I know I am in need.
There's hundreds of 'em, but yet a handful.
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