Hey Friend. Are you alright? So how many guys was it last night? Dont want to hear your stories Of how many guys you done and the other things that you call fun Im tired of talking to you Whore Go throw up some more Think your so hot Drinking, tripping, and showing what you've got And you complain to me that im all innocent and sweet Yeah Too bad That im not a Whore like you Yeah So sad that im not a slut like you See you flirting with the guys But thats ok Yeah thats ok They dont want you anyway They want you on the bed with your legs spread open open all the way Hey you Stay with me Someday baby you will see Yeah, you'll see...
Reason for writing:
i wrote it because i finally realized that i am more higher then *they* are.
Birth sign: Libra
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