The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/18/08 Bonus (warning: about a stripper)
Edited on Tue Mar-18-08 03:51 PM by BlueIris
"Letter To A John"
don't ask me why I'm crying I'm not going to tell you what's wrong I'm just gonna sit on your lap for five dollars a song I want you to pay me for my beauty I think it's only right 'cause I have been paying for it all of my life
I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make and I'm gonna go away...
we barely have time to react in this world let alone rehearse and I don't think I'm better than you but I don't think that I'm worse women learn to be women and men learn to be men and I don't blame it all on you but I don't want to be your friend
I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make and I'm gonna go away...
I was eleven years old he was as old as my dad and he took something from me I didn't even know that I had so don't tell me about decency don't tell me about pride just give me something for my trouble 'cause this time, it's not a free ride
I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make and I'm gonna go away...
don't ask me why I'm crying I'm not going to tell you what's wrong I'm just gonna sit on your lap for ten dollars a song I want you to pay me for my beauty I think it's only right 'cause I have been paying for it all of my life
now I just wanna take and I'm just gonna take I'm gonna take and I'm gonna go away
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