Feed Me

I'm so glad you don't think good of me
I'm the product of what you claim to be
Listen close if you think of making the first move
Nothing's wrong, yet you fail to see
I'll give you more but I must keep it short
I might run out so I must keep it sweet
I wanna spill but I can't beat around the bush
What I would give to get behind those teeth



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