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Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up, our passion's spent
My hearts a tart your body's rent
My body's broken yours is spent

Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you

Sucker love a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse
No circumstances could excuse


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