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Ice melts in her glass, eyes cold and calculated
She’s not waiting for love, she’s keeping score, uncomplicated
Expensive perfume, silk slipping off of her shoulder
She won't say "I love you," her vibe getting colder
Whatever came before — it doesn't mean a thing
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