Sour Girl
Lemonade drips on her cracked freckled lips,
I was studying the way that she speaks,
Her tone got rough, like she's had enough,
she was tired of amusing the freaks.
Her eyes were aged like a sage in deep study,
I was drowning in the wisdom of word,
the moment came, she was shouting my name,
and I knew my infatuation was absurd.
She moved like a model on a runway,
her hips were like heaven to watch.
I thought I could be hers someday,
or at least another bedpost notch.
I went inside where the mysteries hide,
caramel smooth I told her what i would do,
her hands were cold in a barbie doll mold
She says okay I have chosen it to be you.
I followed her home, we would be alone
she undressed me like a nurse in a war.
her silhouette was a sight I won't forget
but her moves I couldn't take anymore.
She moved like a model on a runway
her hips were like heaven to watch.
I thought I could be hers someday,
or a least another bedpost notch.
She lacked the sugar to make her sweet,
a bitter taste in my mouth when I eat
A sour girl from her head to her feet.
The strangest girl I ever did meet.
A sour girl, a sour girl,
a sour girl, a sour girl.....
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