Something goes down you think it may be you
Something's wrong she's looking awfully blue
Ask the stupid questions like is there anything I can do
But that just pisses her off more. Lost. But none of this is new
You try to get her attention. Nothing. You wonder who is her captor
She has no poker face. But through her voice, somebody has trapped her
You slowly learn its an old boyfriend creeping like a raptor
This feels like a certain case of the dreaded ex-factor
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