I DON’T Like You. You DON’T Like Me : Get Out of MY House

I NEVER invited YOU in. I NEVER asked YOU across my threshold. I NEVER begged YOU to suck my blood from my veins to feed your EGO.

So – Listen Up!

I am the concierge chez-moi, honey
Won’t let ya in for love, nor money
(“Let me in!”)
My home, my joy
I’m barred and bolted and I
(Won’t let you in)
(Get out of my house!)

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