I wish I had met you sooner
fucked ya up twist you turn you into a train wreck loser
show you the truly dark side of the moon
eat you up baby with my warped spoon
be my freak tweakin for the poon
wear you like a string around my finger
flick off the world with you my little ringer
turn you inside out left out to dry teach you how it feels to cry
ride you hard put away wet
you'd beg for more bitch wanta bet
use you up for my joy ride
shred every once of your masculine pride
strut my welcome mat to trap you for my chew toy
want to taste some candy little boy
run for the hills don't look back
keep me from makin you a burned up hater
your so better off never than later
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
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5 comments:
...you're scaring me again...
I love it when you write me love songs!
I imagine your knife is as sharp as your way with words.
This all started when a,lets call her college instead of slut, utter the phrase, "If I only met him sooner," after a sweet young male thing walked by. Fromage, you just gotta quite strutting around, ok?
Wowzer :-)
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