No.561
23rd June 2004
-- Last Tango --

I could cope with 'goodbye' I could cope with 'farewell'
But what hurts me most though it's sad to tell
Is that I thought that I mattered and that's how I fell
Whilst I'm merely a step on your pathway to hell

So sort yourself out and give love a chance
Don't wreck your life with this sordid dance
Or you'll end up like me sans love and sans mate
As your tango of lust turns love into hate

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