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Suspicion

When I see you, you always look suspicious.

Calm down! Stop being so defensive.

Listen to me! Stop being so dismissive.

If the rage sets in, someone’s going to get submissive.

So tell me – what’s your plan for mischief?

See now you’re my suspect.

What’re you trying to protect?

You have my respect, but what’re you trying to forget?

I can be by your side, just tell me what’s next.

I know it’s you the shade of red on your face is traveling down to your neck.

So let’s get down to business, tell me what there’s to expect.

Because you have that suspicion, I want that commission.

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