Atlantic Wasteland - It's Mid-July, Take Off the Beanie

Hey punk I see you walking tall
I bet you think you got her all, got her all figured out
Poor girl cuz she don't know your love
Your love's so fake it's all for show
Too bad it took till now to know
That you're not the man you seem

I bet you think you've got it all
You got into her head when all you wanted was into her bed
See I've seen guys like you before
You'll twist those words into a poem that rips her heart out on the floor
But I hope one day you change

Her love
Is not your little game
To come and go as you please
Just taking what you want
And never giving her what she needs
She's not your beck & call
She's not your little tease
I hope you think again before you catch my fist between those teeth

Her love
Is not your little game
To come and go as you please
Just taking what you want
And never giving her what she needs
She's not your beck & call
She's not your little tease

Her love
Is not your little game
And it's not your little tease
I hope you think again

Her love
Is not your little game
To come and go as you please
Just taking what you want
And never giving her what she needs
She's not your beck & call
She's not your little tease
I hope you think again before you catch my fist between those teeth

Her love
Is not your little game
To come and go as you please
Just taking what you want
And never giving her what she needs
She's not your beck & call
She's not your little tease

I hope you think again
I hope you think again

Written by:
Anthony Quatrini

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