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Hussie

Pickin' up my pants From her bedroom floor Lookin' at my latest victim From the night before When I was drinkin' everything Like it was going out of style I was drowning my sorrows When I saw her fire up a Marlboro She was Swingin' her hips left to right I've had this feeling before Although, It's been awhile As she cranked that volume dial I saw dirty cut off shorts Raining fabric to the floor Wearin' a low cut top Givin' everyone a show She had dirty blonde hair But, I bet there's none down there I'm thinkin' I might give it a go Because, she's the town slut And, I'm in a rut I'm gonna Give it to 'er tonight I throw her on the bed So she knows her place I rip off her clothes Adding a little slap on her face Because, she's the town floosie It's gonna be a doosie tonight As I finish her off She lets out a cough And I just Watch her there As she lies in the wake Of a psychopaths fate She knows She ain't goin' nowhere Because she was the town hussie And my mood was a little fussy I just Had to release Myself unto another And see the blood sputter As I Watched in peace
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May 16, 2012
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