Red Pill Girl

Oh, you know what I want, I want me a Red Pill Girl The kind that’s aware of the realities of the world The kind who’s awake and her mind is unfurled No sensory deprivation tank for my kind of girl A self-aware she-babe makes my toes curl Oh, I’d kinda get bored with a Blue Pill Chick The kind caked in fake-up three feet thick The kind who needs me to look smooth and slick Playing along with her daydream is such Bolshevik And floating in her pod would make me seasick Oh, I can’t wait for my life with my Red Pill Hun, ‘Cause she will always be lots of fun ‘Cause she can do cartwheels while firing machine guns Dodging those enemy bullets one by one We’ll get white rabbits tattooed right on our buns Oh, we’ll be so happy together, my Red Pill Wife She knows that the Matrix is just endless strife She knows how to fly spaceships and fight with a knife Our kids’ spinning back kicks will be outta sight And forever after, we’ll still be pals for life Oh, my Red Pill Girl, my Red Pill Girl… 3/30/16