Loving The Wrong Man   loving the wrong man is what i do best- the distant man the man already taken the forbidden one who can't quite get it (whatever it is) right at home and you (with all of your charms) i'll probably end up disliking you too after i have gotten all of the love that i can get (although i can't even imagine that now) as we stand here puffing on our cigarettes alone for the very first time making polite conversation and sharing a few good stares By Faith Mairee © 2004 Faith Mairee (All rights reserved)

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