I’ve seen you here before – though then you wore a different face –
and while the surroundings may be altered, I’m sure it was this place.
I have sampled of your charms and I’ve tasted your warm skin
and I’ve longed to run my tongue across your cocky little grin.
Oh – we’ve played this game before, and though the memory’s not clear,
I know I’ve ached to drink your kiss and feel your hot breath in my ear.
I have heard your every line – though there’s something different in your voice –
and I have given myself blindly as if there were no other choice.
I have danced with you these steps – though the song was not the same –
and though I once wished you to leave, now I’m tickled that you came.
I’ve stared into your eyes – though now they’re green instead of blue –
and I have swallowed all your pretty words, knowing not a one was true.
We have done this all before – we’ve played the roles that we’ve been cast –
we’ve preformed this little masquerade of lusts not meant to last.