FUN GIRL

I am the fun girl.

I am the spit hanging down from your tongue girl.

I’m the choke me as hard as you can girl.

I’m the give it all up for a man girl.

I’m the plaid skirt and white knee-high socks girl.

I’m a pistol that’s loaded and cocked girl.

The don’t mind when you call me a slut girl.

I’m the smack her real hard on the butt girl.

I’m a swallow my feelings and lie girl.

I’m a lie there and let him inside girl.

’Cause I don’t wanna make him get mad girl.

I’m the better off being bad girl.

’Cause then nothing hurts when they leave, girl.

Except with his grip on your sleeve, girl.

You say yes to the threesomеs and drinks girl.

’Cause you still really care what hе thinks girl.

You’re not boring or mean like his old girl

she was crazy, or that’s what you’re told, girl.

So you’ll get further if you are the fun girl.

But you’ll never be the only one girl.

You’ll get older and wish you had known girl.

’Cause you gave way too much of your soul, girl.

Now you don’t expect men to be kind girl.

You just use them and leave them behind girl.

It’s so hard to grow up as the fun girl.

You’ll be trapped in your days as a young girl.

A memory, for men you loved girl.

“Oh! That fun girl!”