Look at that girl
She's oh so pretty
The feather along her thigh
I don't care why
She sits alone
I creep along
Thinking I'm sly
"Your tattoos......."
I say
As she gives me
A tired eye
But
Her shorts cut off
Her vagina
So of course
She wants me to pry
Why would she
Wear THAT
If she didn't want
To catch my eye
She obviously
Can't be trusted
To dress herself
Girls like THAT
Their wardrobes
Should be decided
By
You & I
©lunabrosla
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