Tired of these fuck-girls.
Looking at me like meat.
If you've got lust in your eyes.
Then we best not meet.
If you've been taken for a ride.
We've probably sat on the same boat.
Maybe I just came off better.
But I don't intend to gloat.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
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