Subject: The Ghost of Christmas Past
Content: You know i try to tell'em That i am the most unexpected suprise That i am a damn good woman But they mess up and it ends with goodbye. They go and play the field And sew every last oat Then want to come back And tell me it's me they miss most? Every so often my phone will ring "Hey Jess, I miss you ma!" Tryin to come back and make it better than before But end up doin the same ol'thing! I don't know what is really is That keeps'em comin back Maybe it's the soft touches and tender lovin Or simply the skillz those other women lacked. Hopefully the next man will be the ONE Who will definitely be my last Cause i don't know if i can handle Another damn ghost of christmas past......
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