Nevermind what I just said
Pay attention to what’s next
Nevermind today
It’ll make for a funny story someday
Nevermind me
I’m not the messenger
just the observer
I’m not exposing you
You know enough to pay me hush money
I know enough to know you don’t bluff
We know better than to open that box
Popcorn lies
Wink, soft-porn vibes
Front-row seats to the sickener
Sex sells
like your little tells
You might despise my stealth
You’re a voyeur yourself
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