buttercup, hey little cutie,
she’s wantin’ you, ain’t she?
got them fuck me, fuck me shakes,
to every step she’s takin’,
‘n you know I ain’t makin’–
this up.
you know, kid,
how could you not see,
them black hole pupils,
those lick-kiss lips.
So what fuck-ass reason’s got you all lill-livered ‘n yella?
what ‘n the hell’s got you brake-broke ‘n standin’?
yeah, but she don’t,
she don’t love me,
do she?
no, no she don’t,
but that don’t mean we can’t.
ain’t sold doc,
ain’t sold half.
come on, darlin’,
look at them curves, she’s playin’
mount up in A minor,
‘n you ain’t gonna tell me that tent ain’t hers?
but what’s the point?
’cause it feels good.
that enough?
it’s got to be.
Don’t it?
does it?
I dunno.
We that good a person?
i don’t know.
me either.
