Look at me.
Look at this.
Look at her.
Look at her lips.
Men would launch a thousand ships.
The game is unfair.
We get more than our share.
We are more than any other pair.
Me and her, every M*****ER, beware.
Look at life.
It's really a Knife.
Just cut through the M******ING Strife.
Enter the bidding ring, even if you can't pay the price.
The play was always unfair.
The preaching past, didn't really care.
You learn your way, through every snare.
The hollow sounds of every M*******ERS, shallow dare.
Life.
It's really a Knife.
Cut around their Dislikes.
Long as they breathe, they pay your price.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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