I'm your type?
I bought a dictionary, a thick ass brick
Piled under the stack of my unread fiction
My non-fiction is a history of the foreign land
Oh, you like me now
You like me, baby?
See through the looking glass
Wonder what you know
If a thread, it snips a breath between us
I'll peel the mask coalesced from your face
I'll rip it off
To remember all those men,
Mock up losers who pay you to stroke their ego
How much do you think they wager
For a Brigitte Bardot?
Looking for her?
Such valuable pet to feed and show-off
Tits out and smile's bright
Side chick, lay your hand to your arm candy
Wonder how much it pays
If you show up at their office
Only to have them replaced
Ice nitrogen in my eyes
Looking at the man I've dumped
"She's replacing you as a talent,
According to the Boards
And the higher management."
I'll smile like a bashful chit
Cheese, baby,
Here, my air-kisses
Mwah (Chuu~)
And die, motherfucker.
