You Call Yourself An Evil Bitch.
Breathe Poison From Your Finger Tips.
Chase Daddies Cash And Bite Your Lip.
Cause A Little Tease Is All He'll Get.
Down On Your Knees Like A Bad Dog.
You're On The Prowl For Cash "Doll".
No Daddy To Big,
No Tip To Small.
You're Daddy's Evil Bitch Till The Money Falls.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
