Hitch up your skirt,
Wink at the guys.
With a look like that,
Its no surprise
That she sleeps with anyone
Who calls her 'baby'.
She wants to change,
But its not that easy.
She lays on her bed,
With gently shut eyes.
The clock chimes 8:30,
As she starts to cry.
She hits her pillow with her fist,
Getting mad at herself.
Why cant she be strong,
When new guys come along?
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