Oh no, they see the wrong kind of
Baby who flies on roof tops that hold.
The L train say thirteen minutes.
Maybe I’ll die without music.
But holy oh my.
She says a threesome might sound nice as he pets my head.
I’ve seen his face before,
But it’s nothing more than the half famous babies I’ve already seen.
I don’t need to dance with you
Because I would rather do so alone.
If the aging men on the subway could maintain the way their scalps lean towards me,
I could respect the way that they choke on their chips.
But I remember her arms wrapped around my neck.
She say do you like that
Do you like that.
I say I do so, but I don’t.
I lied because I just announced that I don’t sleep with people,
But I want you to know that I’m still crazy if you catch me.
I am this prude spiteful,
But I wish for everyone to see me as some form of goddess who make you crave.
I suppose that I want the power without giving up vulnerability in the physical manner.
Listen to my words.
But never touch my skin.