Friday, 14 December 2012

RAGE OF THE MISTRESS


You're a disgrace to lace,
I'd like to punch your face.
You've left my nights dry,
I don't understand why!

My bed is still cold,
Your excuses are old.
You must be out of your mind,
If you think I'll still be kind.

Why do you play hard to get?
When you know your demands are met.
Why can't you just stick to the deal?
Why try so hard to make me feel?

I don't care to know her name,
Don't care if you think I'm to blame.
I just need you to rock my night,
Don't need your feelings, don't need this fight.

Resolve your confusion and call me when you are clear.
If I'm still bored, then, yeah, I'll still be here.
All I need you to do, is warm my bed.
I don't need you trying to get into my head.

Come to think of it, I'd like it, if you go away.
Come to think of it, you're just a lousy lay!
It would be better for the both of us, if you just take a walk.
Leave darling! Alas! You are all talk, and no cock.



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