| oh no, there isnt any love here, no Montagues or Capulets, there's just banging tunes & DJ sets. & dirty dancefloors & dreams of naughtiness. |
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I pity him cause I get to walk away & be me, & he has to stay him, you know? & who wants to be him when you could be me? I'm smart, I'm funny, I am "it." I was the magic. The abracadabra. I was the "poof" in the relationship. * Sex and The City * |
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you'r never good enough in the eyes of a woman with a MEAN STREAK |
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