you can call me bitch,
can i call you diatribe.
can i tell you what i think about you?
tangled up in blue,
lets get tangled up together,
or not.
i had a boy once,
someone to pretend not to know with,
to pretend to know all with,
no thanks.
enough of a guy,
he wants to put his arms around me
and feel how big he is
but you can't have a friendship
on that many conditions,
on that many things to remember.
i'm here for the cocaine,
bitch.
i'm here for the cocaine,
maybe later the sex,
and then later the family values,
and i hope you get the nerve,
or i'll have to get drunk
and do it myself,
sad right?
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