She's such a free spirit,
but ******,
the lava lamp
should have been a clue,
a dead giveaway
that she was everbody's girl.

I do love the light they burn,
but never ever did I think
that about her until now.
There was lipstick
smeared all over her face
& she couldn't even
look me in the eye.

And it's not the first time
something strange
like this has happened.
Two weeks ago,
she smelled
like men's cologne
& her ******* were missing.
She always wears *******,
seems like I'm the one
who's always crying.

So you think
you're so tough little miss,
but do you really
wanna play
with the big boys,
**** kissing games,
a bout of doctor?

You might find it a bit rough,
raw & primordial
with your body quaking.
They're not going
to sugarcoat things for you,
they'll give it to you straight,
any way you want it,
just to satisfy
your heart's desires,
or those burning whims.

And if you must,
go ahead and lie,
tell them they're so fine,
giving you just what you wanted.
Trust me doll face,
you're gonna grow up quick,
flirting with the big boys,
it will forever be
in your blood &
written on your
pretty faces.

Oh Valentine,oh Valentine
thou hast forgotten me
for where is
mine?

Some say
cyanide’s a nasty poison,
comes in a small bottle,
that it doesn’t
take much of a dose
to change
your ******-functions.

I’ve been told
it’ll make your eyes
roll up inside your head,
body-twitch all over,
get weak in the knees,
make your respiration skyrocket,
& your heart flutter madly!

Personally, that really
doesn’t sound too bad,
I’m just wondering
if you can get that stuff
by the case.
If it does all that sweet stuff,
I’m going to need
a lifetime supply of it.