Dec 30, 2007 10:51
Gods got you beat baby
No bigger disappointment
Don't pout though
As far as the mortal realm goes
You're number one.
I've got you beat baby
No bigger abyss
Don't pout though
As far as the plastic smell goes
You'd take 'em all.
She's got you beat baby
No bigger waste o' time
Don't pout though
As far as useless woeful spite
I'll always pick you.
An allergic reaction
I break out when touched by fire
Gotta work on that
I do not underestimate you
Just don't measure up you
Never have