Penetrate your dreams
The way that you dead to me
I’ve sewn into the seams
Babetown killed ya in your sleep
Tippity toed into your East Village home
You thought you were Queen B
But you never had a thrown
You’re like mosquitos in the summer
Your actions bite and leave disease
It’s only when we exile you
That you fall for us on your knees
Mama’s money left you a lonely whore
You can only buy love
If it’s packaged from the store
Go to bed little girl,
Maybe you’ll wake up a woman one day.
But I will not be there so see that.
To me, you’ve become withered and decayed.