I am told good girls like me
Don't do the whole jealousy routine,
That benevolent smile stretching our lips
Is less painful than envy.
I finally get it
When I fall for him
And am not even spared a glance
'Cause he doesn't do good girls, darling,
Hot messed up babes is what he wants.
I am not supposed to wonder if
My skirts were short and my hair blue,
Cigarette pressed between my lips
Would he say, I love you too?
I don't let him go like I am supposed to,
I chase and chase till I wear him down,
Pull him to me like he's the only truth,
And in his taste,
I finally drown....
©eos
