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Jan 2012
I’m that girl your parents warned you about
The one they shake their heads at
Look down at in disgust

Late nights I press my lips to the bottle and raise it to the sky
Howl at the moon
And lose myself in sin
Smoking an screaming
I am followed by a dark grey smog
A ***** damp rain cloud

I’ll lift my skirt
If you tell me I’m pretty
Because I don’t care
I’m young and wild
I was born to be bad

I spin in fast circles
And fall down in the street
I get lost in humiliation
And always laugh loudly along
Raving
Rambling
And talking crazy
I am red cheeked and shameless

Wicked seduction
Your biggest fear solidified
Home before curfew
Covered in soft pink and baby blue
Sleeping off drunkenness
So peacefully
Like an angel
A perfect lady
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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   michelle reicks
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