7.5.11

Sobriety

Easy D

Told me I'm easy
Well I am
Like a Sunday morning

Fucked four my whole life
And you think it's forty
Drink beer, take this, take that
And you think I'm game

Wear a short skirt
And you put a palm on my leg
Feeling it upwards
It's all good, man, I'm no hypocrite
We all need the warmth
But you can't
(to both our frustration)
get into my skirt

We sit side-by-side in the cab
And little by little you sit closer
Whispering to my ears, hitting on me
Then you put your hand over mine
But I give no response
I don't hold hands

I may tease, I may please
I'll make you sweat and plead
You want a ride
I'll give you a fucking rollercoaster
You want some heat
We'll burn this house to the core
Though I suggest
You, run, now
I'm a monster unleashed

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