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Jay

Sweet-faced Jay

just-want-to-help-the-girls-Jay,

call you before the sun comes up,

still half-drunk

fancies-himself-a-pimp, Jay

take-a-fat-bong-rip-like-the-girls-do Jay,

then falls asleep

and asks questions ten times

but never listens for the answer,

white-mexican **** from the hippie suburbs

his own name tattooed on his forearms

who's in it for the biz-ness

You-can-do-anything-you-want-Jay,

but still,

you're beautiful,

and if your boyfriend don't tell you that

ten times a day

you'd better dump his *** – Jay

cause I'm not in it for the money, says Jay

this-isn't-the-easy-way-out,

but do you think you could?

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sequoia-c
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Published
Mar 18, 2013
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