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A song about falling in love with the wrong guy.

Written and preformed by Mia Muneca (Stacey Price)

This song is about a time when things between my fiancee (also my first love) had gotten pretty bumpy. He tried to make me feel like it was my fault that we were failing. For a while I believed that it was, but eventually I found out that he had fallen for another girl. He revealed to me later that he had never planned on marrying me, and that his intentions were a lie from the start.
Well you turned me into a helpless fool in love,
and I liked it.
You made me believe that I was the only one,
but you lied, yeah.
You walked right into my life and turned it upside down,
around and around, yeah.
You made me find out there's no such thing as a fairy tale,
and I hope that you're proud.
You made me believe that there was something wrong with me,
but it was you all along, yeah.
You smooth, walkin', sweet talkin, son of a gun, you.
You manipulated and contemplated,
and you plotted the end form the beginning.
I fell for you from the start,
your gorgeous eyes, they melted my heart, yeah.
You made me feel like I was floating,
but you knew all along I was falling instead.
I tried to deny my intuition, just superstition, yeah, yeah,
but then I caught the two of you,
in the kitchen, and you were kissin',
and you made me believe that there was something wrong with me,
but it was you all along, yeah.
You smooth walkin', sweet talkin;, son of a gun, you.
You manipulated, and contemplated,
and you plotted the end from the beginning.
I should have known better than to trust you,
to let anyone in at all.
Should have known better than to love you,
to let anyone make me fall.
Cause' now I'm blue, blue, blue, blue,
and I don't know what to do,
except for hate on you.
You, you, you, you,
you smooth walkin', sweet talkin', son of a gun you.
You manipulated and contemplated,
and you plotted the end from the beginning.

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