My sweetheart departed
And based on my heart
I switch my hair part
That’s never very smart
You’re not going to heaven
For all these treasons you’ll repent
I need a gentleman
A genuine specimen
No time for repeating men
Wasting breath out my tongue
Children play pens
Mayhem for them
Choking on cayenne
Call the camera man
Do you need an ambien?
I know I’m overwhelming them
My eyes they leak
My blood turns black
Choke back cognac
Until my skin cracks
Read your fashion magazines
Shut up don’t make a scene
Swaying I shutter
It’s over by summer
Winter makes me stutter
Everywhere I go contradiction
Delicately at your disposition
100 bad decisions
At this point it’s delicious
I’m the cure and I’m pure
I don’t speak I’m unsure
Love me til I’m sore
You don’t want me anymore
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