SWEET NOTHINGS
Don’t tell me you love me–
I know what you love:
my lips and my tits and my eyes
and my curves and my pussy that
fits you like a motherfucking glove
it’s the tangible things that you love,
and I know this because you only tell me
just before you cum
I have a mind behind these eyes
and a heart beneath these tits;
I like to have conversation
a little intellectual stimulation
some emotional bliss
but you just want to shoot the shit
and blow hot air in my ear and watch
me inflate like a fuck doll…
and there I am with my long legs spread
just waiting for your next declaration
of love
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I’M NOT YOUR ICE CREAM CONE
Give it up.
Don’t waste your time telling me
I’m the prettiest girl
or that I’ve got the most incredible eyes
in the fucking world
I won’t melt anymore
You might have licked me into submission before
but that was a long time ago:
at a low point in my life
back when I thought you were God
when you had promised me the world
but all I ended up with
was the short end of the stick
and a bad, bad taste in my mouth
so fuck off, you worthless dick;
go find yourself another flavor of the month
to lick
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WAITING FOR A SUNNY DAY
Sure, I know–
you love me
you love me when the rent is paid
when your ex-wife isn’t trying
to cut your balls off for child support
and alimony
when the car runs great
and the Lakers win…
but aside from all that
I’m just a piece of ass
it’s nice to know where I rate in your life;
somewhere between a hard cock
and a hard place
deuce coupe 