WalMart
I'll Let you touch him
I'll Let you play
Because the fact remains
To this day
that im an his and he is mine
and hed never look twice
at your kind
Your a friend
nothing more
But in my opinion
your a whore
you have two men
and your working hard
to steal him away
and break my gaurd
If he wanted you
he would have left
me alone
and taken my heart in theft
but hes still here
and loves me so
So back the fuck off
you skanky ho
Hes never alone
to touch you
Because he loves me
and sticks to me like glue
hes more worried about me
being taken
he doesnt think of you
you must be mistaken
your so nasty
I look away
im glad i dont see you
everyday
Im so much better
cant you see?
How could you ever
measure up to me?
He comes home at night
and takes control
with all of his might
and touches my soul
I give him what he wants
and he says i love you in the end
i wear him out everytime
so your wasted heart youll have to mend
Your a fucking slut
get it right
if you want to go
im here to fight
Who are you?
What are you?
Dont start with me
Im not very happy
Your face makes me want to throw up
back off of him or ill fuck you up
Hes a clean man
and doesnt want disease
so fucking die already
im begging please
by
Chaela666posted on 12/22/2007
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kick that muda fukers ass.! wtf is her problem!
great job...