you don't love me anymore.
If you don't mind me asking,
what's this poisonous cobra
doing in my underwear drawer.
Got a funny feeling, you don't love me anymore.
You drilled a hole in my head,
then you dumped me in a drainage ditch
and left me for dead.
Ooo, oh, oh, you never acted this way before,
honey something tells me,
you don't love me anymore.
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