Irina Whitford - Deceptive Bends

He thought he played his game so well
But he didn't know me very well...
At all.
He thought he had the midas touch
But all he wanted was a crutch...
He fell.
The only thing that stands to reason
He uses women to cast his demons...
To one side.
His disguise was ripped apart
To reveal the beast from hell
Oh yes, his game was up
But he didn't know me very well...
At all.

Irina Whitford

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