Hair dyed pink and blonde in a ponytail
Leather jacket and plaid mini skirt
Designer bag and 6 inch heels
Slits down both sides of her trampy shirt
She's not thd type to fall in love
But you love her endlessly
You're an option not a boy to her
But that's something you're too blind to see
I bet you she can't write poetry
But what am I telling you this for
I could be flawless and still
She would always be more
So you're a writer to me that means
You're an artist with words and ink
She hears writer "Great! He can do my English homework!"
Is all that she thinks
She's left you so many times before
So quick and easily
Now she's taken you back and when she let's you go
Don't you dare crawl back to me