Step right up and hear the rant
Of a nice girl with a very broken heart.
She's a bit under the weather,
A bit under the covers,
Trying to muffle the sounds of her sobbing.
Was it something I did?
Was it something I said? asks the nice boy
That sits one row over and one seat up.
No, no it wasn't you, just the other
Six and two half jerks that thought of me
Only from the lips down.
I really don't understand.
I can't quite comprehend the minds of these
Bad boys.
Is there some sign on my back that reads
Kiss me, I'm the town whore?
Be candid, be frank, be brutally honest as you say
I want you for all the wrong reasons
Well, really I only want your body just for tonight.
You all seemed like a good idea at the time
Because your smiles are toxic, your lips enslaving;
Your talk and walk are tantalizing and we all know
Your charm and charisma seal the deal.
A little something that I've learned is that
No matter how hard I try
Your lips and hearts are not connected.
I can kiss you harder, kiss you deeper, kiss you more,
But there is no contract that says if I love you enough
You'll love me back.
But please, please won't somebody love me?
Even if just for one night.
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