Honey, stop your crying
It was never meant to be
You should have known
When I got you home
You were just a f*** to me
Baby, stop your weeping
Put on a happy face
You should have seen
I was not a dream
But a Hell born fantasy
Sweetheart, dry your tears up
Paint on a happy smile
It was fun whilst it lasted
Yes, I am a Bastard
That's why you love me though
Darling, fix your make-up
Your hair's all out of place
You enjoyed the f***
Oh well, it's just tough luck
I was only using you
Lover, sort your head out
Revenge is such a bitch
You used me before
Cheap common whore
So now, I guess, we're even
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