Sometimes I wonder
If I really do have it in me
To get 'back on the horse'
A metaphor of course
You may think I'm insecure
Because I've had to endure
More than you've had to endure
I'm sure
That you see me as anything but pure
I wouldn't want to be pure
Even if I was sure
That I could be a little demure
But at least I know there is no cure
For falling in love
And I know that it is really
What you're afraid of
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