Fucking feelings

I think I’ve met my next mistake 
Predictably dressed in black
I ought to keep my head about me 
But the fucking feelings are back 
And this one’s got a body
That’s sculpted like a beast 
And moves like he’s got rollers
Installed inside his feet 
He’s bold, dirty, cheeky
But also kind of kind
And frankly, he’s a treat
To my body and my mind 
So, welcome fucking feelings
I guess I’ll let you in 
Not like I had a choice 
We both know you always win.

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