if it
was all about me
the
shit wouldn’t be free
only
give it if I love it
the
rest of it’s shit
my
problem is I love too much
creeps,
liars, cheaters, and such
gives
a girl no reason to trust
exchanged
all the love for lust
makes
“blow me” a job
look, I may
wax your knob
but
you will have to pay
taking
your cash every day
no
checks, no credit, no trades
cash
money doesn’t fade
love
gets lost in the mix
at the
bottom of the dirty tricks
it’s
the “wars with words” game
a game
of shame and blame
it’s all
shit, all the same
remember,
I’m in the hall of fame
let’s
quit playing with each other
start
loving one another
then
you can ditch the slut
who
takes it up the butt
and I
don’t have to feel like a whore
who
doesn’t enjoy sex anymore
©March
2008 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas
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