Caught in the Act I leave him at my locker My brand-new babe of a boyfriend Clarissa walks toward him She smiles at Charlie
I told him it would only take a second To fill up my water bottle I didn’t know she would show up looking for me And find my current bae instead
I see her put her hand on his arm His muscular arm, which should only belong upon my shoulder Instead, it is running its hand through his hair Anxious about Clarissa
She leans toward him in her lowcut tanktop I sprint across the hall With one arm reeling backward A loud smack! fills the air
I see her put her hand on his arm His muscular arm, which should only belong upon my shoulder Instead, it is running its hand through his hair Anxious about Clarissa
She leans toward him in her lowcut tanktop I hurriedly make my way across the hall And raise a fist, satisfied by the Crunch! that follows
I see her put her hand on his arm His muscular arm, which should only belong upon my shoulder Instead, it is running its hand through his hair Anxious about Clarissa
She leans toward him in her lowcut tanktop I pace toward them both, and ask What in the world is going on, then plant a kiss on my babe, smirking because Clarissa has been Caught in the Act
Three different approaches, two violent and one vengeful Personally, I’ve never been a fan of vengeance