Tuesday, November 01, 2005

A wicked pedestrian

She likes the good guys
But I ain’t one
But she likes the bad boys
And there are none
We are all his creations
And I swear, he’s having great fun.

I told her to love me
And she gave me a good one,
I thought she wanted me
But she wanted a better one
So I said go ahead and f*&k him
For hes the guilty one.

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