Ever seen those high school girlfriends
Playing with their hair
Smacking their lips at their boys
Calling them near
They smile a devilish smile
As the boys fall in line
One after another,
Make them all mine
Short skirts
Tight shirts
Skinny jeans
Cleavage please
We watch you squirm
Under our gaze
Wiggle like worms
Forgotten as we play
High school girlfriends
Hold the power
Yet we melt
With the stupid flower