come use me fella,
aint no problem,
im just that slut.
dont got no feelings.
dont got no soul.
stare in
that mirror,
afraid you might come across my eyes,
see them yearning..
but im just in it for the good time, fella.
on
the bathroom counter..
or in the back of your car..
forget about those morals,
i gots big ole titties.
and ill
smile up at you,
as you grunt in your manly moment
youve got me conquered
because im just that slut.
cigarette
buddies
leaves gather
ash settles
butts build
ill be lying here
letting it burn
remembering.. why it is
i dont care.
i miss you awol boy.
and it has to be my fault.
because if its not, well then whose to blame?
ill
be waiting
letting it burn
watching the leaves gather
and the ash settle
butts build
sun catching statue
letting
cancer eat her soul
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