We're not all chicken heads Sister.
Just a piece of fuck meat
to another fuckin' Mister.
I wear my knickers with pride
and not now, not ever,
will I have hide.
I'll walk tall in my heels
and not under red.
I sleep kissed in satin,
not prepared to give head.
So if you want some excitement
in your life,
drive back home Sweetie,
make up with your Wife.
Poetry by Kaydee.