I hate that name.
***** word,
***** girl,
**** me.
Teach me a lesson...
Your very own naughty girl,
show me how easy it is to leave.
How easy it is to cut the strings.
Your pet.
Your doll.
Your puppet.
So well versed in pillow talk,
your lines never change.
It's always the same,
just a different mad-lib,
where I'm the chosen name.
Did you tell her the same stark white lies?
Did she fall into those light blue eyes?
Was she like me?
Are you happy?
I've done this before...
with another name I've grown to hate.
I did the disco,
drank him in,
and stayed up a bit too late.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
I hate that name.
***** word,
***** girl,
**** me.
Teach me a lesson...
Your very own naughty girl,
show me how easy it is to leave.
How easy it is to cut the strings.
Your pet.
Your doll.
Your puppet.
So well versed in pillow talk,
your lines never change.
It's always the same,
just a different mad-lib,
where I'm the chosen name.
Did you tell her the same stark white lies?
Did she fall into those light blue eyes?
Was she like me?
Are you happy?
I've done this before...
with another name I've grown to hate.
I did the disco,
drank him in,
and stayed up a bit too late.
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