Sunday, December 04, 2005

Pitter Patter of Baby Feet

If i had a baby, it would be bitter sweet. Not like how you'd want it at all,
we'd cry like hitler's fall.
I'm a doormat with higher prices, i'm like sheet and Dionysus.
Frog on my butt, i want us to compare like close to human
Mexicn hair. Let us go there, let us be fair
Fuck, i scream for yr attention.
You'll never be my husband, even though you'd be so great at it.
Let me call us kids, cuz of that.
I'm fat, and you know that.

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