#1
Crit for Crit as usual.

Hes acting nice but hes got a second agenda
Ask him a question and ill sure hell tell ye
What you wanna hear and he wont pretend to
Flatter you or even try at all
Because hes got you in his pocket,and youre not playing hard ball

Dont bother trying son,youve already won
You had her at "a tenner please",so well done
You deserve a medal,and pardon the pun
But i know that shes about to pull a fast one

He knows every line,every trick in the book
Every word to your song,every riff,every hook
Hes one of those lads,i can tell from his look
Hand on thigh,eyes on chest,and its not by a fluke
Hes been taking notes,our boy Luke

Dont bother trying son,youve already won
You had her at "a tenner please",so well done
You deserve a medal,and pardon the pun
But i know shes about to pull a fast one

But whos that brunette in the corner?
Whos the blonde over there?
Youre suddenly overrated
And this is unfair
Your eyes well up
And people start to stare
You finally realise
This guy doesnt care
A girl taps your shoulder
And she shouts loudly at you
You missed your chance love
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#2
It was alright, I think it could've used a lot more description though. Try to describe what you're feeling instead of explaining it. Other than that, it was okay.
Can't say I was never wrong
But some blame rests on you


Work and play they're never okay
To mix the way we do