Hey Ms high and mighty.
Would you kiss me back if I asked politely.
You call me monthly, but I need you nightly. I've done just about everything to make you like me.
Took you out for dinner, you wanted french cuisine. I'm the headless man you're the guillotine.
I'm starting to realise that you're not so nice. You're body's a volcano and your heart's dry ice.
Hey Ms high and mighty.
Would you make me breakfast if I asked you nicely?...
Less than likely.
You hold me loosely. I grasp you tightly.
My friends say you're really not worth the work. I crack a crooked smile, you flash me a smirk.
And now I get the impression, I give you everything, you just give me depression.
Sorry Ms high and mighty. This is'nt going to work, you no longer excite me.
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