.A sugar scented sinful message that everyone saw through
Now subterfuge and Manhattan blues seem to dictate my mood
Iâve counted blessings while confessing
Iâve some to spare
Beg or borrow
Swallow sorrow
Iâve come prepared
Itâs a right of passage
Itâs a torc.
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