Bitch . . . Puh-leease
Bitch . . . Puh-leease
I never asked you to build that fucking shrine.
I just wondered if you wanted to
Come over and get stoned with me.
I’m nobody for you to look at like that.
I’m just me . . .
Cool like Fonzie.
Don’t give me any of that weepy creepy grrrl shit
I don’t buy it, sell it on down the line
To that other girl who needs it
Give it any PC name you need to, it’s
Hero worship . . .
Climb up and bite me.
I don’t owe you a thing in this life little sister
So just drop the guilt trip,
All because you never saw me cry
What did you really think that meant?
I’m human . . .
Belly button and all.
How do I tell you these long tomes of my crimes
Just bore me absolutely spitless?
Do I really have to play?
I like to run with scissors you know,
I just don’t . . .
Play nice.
I catch you looking at me like that sometimes,
And though I crave your lips,
It gives me the creeps
Can’t you just grow the fuck up?
Really . . .
I insist.
(c)Cydniey 2005
