sitting here looking at a star
on the hood of my car
thinking about a scar
that you left on my heart
you left holes, and i fell apart
i told you we could never have a restart
because i am not state of the art

you told me i was a ***
and said i would live in the slum
but i know im more like a ripe plum
waiting for the person to wipe off your ****
and pick me up like a delicate plum
i know that i am not all that big
but i know the person will say yum