Not that I'm jealous but,
Your 10 inch heels stroll around the bar,
want him to smell your cheap perfume trace?
Pass by here and I'll leave you with a scar,
across your lovely Mac painted face.
Not that I'm jealous but,
Your mascara speaks vile,
your eyes flip & it's him you pick.
Top that off with a smile,
and I'll burn you on a stick.
Not that I'm jealous but,
Cracked nail polish & a drink,
you point at him & linger.
So much as think to toss a wink,
honey I'll burn you & that finger.
Not that I'm jealous but,
You're playing with your hair,
You're bending over more & more.
You can show a bit more cleavage,
And I can show you civil war.
Not that I'm jealous but,
A silly laugh and duck face smirks?
seriously lady,
Quit stirring up my bad side.
You want him to like you?
Those are "good girl" perks.
Have a little dignity,
Maybe some pride.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
Not that I'm jealous but,
Your 10 inch heels stroll around the bar,
want him to smell your cheap perfume trace?
Pass by here and I'll leave you with a scar,
across your lovely Mac painted face.
Not that I'm jealous but,
Your mascara speaks vile,
your eyes flip & it's him you pick.
Top that off with a smile,
and I'll burn you on a stick.
Not that I'm jealous but,
Cracked nail polish & a drink,
you point at him & linger.
So much as think to toss a wink,
honey I'll burn you & that finger.
Not that I'm jealous but,
You're playing with your hair,
You're bending over more & more.
You can show a bit more cleavage,
And I can show you civil war.
Not that I'm jealous but,
A silly laugh and duck face smirks?
seriously lady,
Quit stirring up my bad side.
You want him to like you?
Those are "good girl" perks.
Have a little dignity,
Maybe some pride.
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