The carbon copy told me he'd box my ears in if I didn't shut my mouth
His threat is concise
But I disregarded it entirely
Now I'm cockeyed
And entirely pumbled
Go on
Keep on dropping names
Insinuate that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth
We need another you like we need a hole in each of our heads
Show me precisely where you gave it to her good
Show me the love stains on the bed sheets
We're you shooting blanks?
I think so
I'm done with this guy and all this idle blathering and his besmirching of the reputations of people he doesn't even know
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
The carbon copy told me he'd box my ears in if I didn't shut my mouth
His threat is concise
But I disregarded it entirely
Now I'm cockeyed
And entirely pumbled
Go on
Keep on dropping names
Insinuate that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth
We need another you like we need a hole in each of our heads
Show me precisely where you gave it to her good
Show me the love stains on the bed sheets
We're you shooting blanks?
I think so
I'm done with this guy and all this idle blathering and his besmirching of the reputations of people he doesn't even know
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