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I met her in a summer storm
we were both trying to stay warm
she said I got a way of twisting men
to see if they break or if they bend
the ones that break I leave behind
the others always lose their minds

a careless glance and then it's done
a smile from me is a smoking gun
it doesn't matter if I'm blunt or coy
I reduce every man to a boy
say, why aren't you on your knees yet
a man who could resist I've never met

what's the matter are you gay
cause if you are you can just go away
I see now that you're heart-broken
and the smile you gave was just in token
I think it best if you don't linger
you're not the kind I want around my finger

I met her in a summer storm
just two hearts looking to stay warm