Little momma, strut on by.
And wave with your body every last goodbye,
walking down the cliff that everybody knows,
“Has one fine glow!”
at the edge.
Boom that
Thunder
Streak that
Lightening
“Tighten your eyes because tears are too frightening!”
With every stare, glare and pinch he gives a tug at your strings,
bringing nothing but a shiver of an empty feeling
with cold embrace you can’t erase
(as many 40s as you drink).
“Hey,
Little momma,
Do you hear me?”
Your painted lips must talk much too
casually:
Let me be landscaped
And raped,
till I’m weak at the knees.
I’ve already fluffed the nest to lure every bird,
every bee.
“Please,
Give me a
Second of your time.”
You can unwind a little while,
(don’t smudge the mascara on your eyes!)
“I can make you giggle, make you
sweat
make you cry.”