Clicking their way forward and back, Flip-flopping into or hearts If a girl can con money Out of their fathers’ pockets, who’s to say They can’t sway politicians? Their lips kiss pictures.
Pictures of cannabis leaves, yellow and smiling They live until they die, don’t live until they’re married And if they don’t find what they want, what else do they need besides a crowd of fellow millennials Caring, caring?
Caring about cannabis’ rights and the right to carry a GBF, their money, their frame and, above all, pepper spray These girls are the new honest, hard-working man, Their sweet scent is coming.
Sweet pea and Moonlight Path. the top-selling fragrances at Bath and Body Works Their battle-cry is only as loud as their looks Daisy dukes and Katy Perry whispering, “What the hell is she wearing?
She dons thin, rose-gold underwear and she’s lazy yet keyed-up in her own skin Her lovers are all the same but she blames all men. Her wings are Pink, they protect her from catcalls.