I **** men who don't like me
in hopes that they will.
I give them small kisses
and smile when I stare.
I know all the moves.
How to bite my lip
Show slight cleavage
Glance at them occasionally
Don't break eye contact
Touch my thigh
Widen my eyes
then I open my mouth
And they think:
*Man, she's ******* crazy*
Just crazy enough to ****
Too crazy to stay
So they run
And the cycle continues
Someday someone won't be afraid of
my loud, opinionated mouth
and my wide hips
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
I **** men who don't like me
in hopes that they will.
I give them small kisses
and smile when I stare.
I know all the moves.
How to bite my lip
Show slight cleavage
Glance at them occasionally
Don't break eye contact
Touch my thigh
Widen my eyes
then I open my mouth
And they think:
*Man, she's ******* crazy*
Just crazy enough to ****
Too crazy to stay
So they run
And the cycle continues
Someday someone won't be afraid of
my loud, opinionated mouth
and my wide hips
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