He likes pretty blondes with painted faces.
Long legs, open purses.
Smiles wide, teeth a little like diamante.
Superficial features, almost made of wax.
Melting in the summer's heat
Hot bath makes her glisten.
Friends told her but, she wouldn't listen.

He's just a user, an abuser.
An amuser, who plays with himself regularly.
He'll scribble his name on your bedroom wall.
Reminds you, he's been there before.
Keeps a tally graph, inside his bedroom drawer.

He'll etch his name in scented blood upon your bedstead.
While you're playing with his head.
He'll play with yours as well instead.
In and out of opening doors.
Never ending flirting circles.

Wanted yet another lover, found a blonde.
Another one with a melting face, made out of wax.

You love him, you pay.
That's the only way.
For in the coldest light of day, the plain girl with the auburn hair skin one lovely gets his care and makes his day.
She's another sucker.
Being played as always, by her ever loving leech.
(c)Livvi