I swear you were like demererra
The way you used to wear your carefree karma
Compare you to a summer's day, your fairer
For cares you got arms or tarmac to tear away the drama
Your error, you never used to wear no armour
The terror and scares caused by hooks of charmers
He's clever, your pure, he's insecure he'll harm ya
The dilema, you don't want a cure for your Broadmoor panorama
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