So you think you know me and you say you like me,
but you have no idea of what I’m capable of.
my favorite flower if I have one at all.
Where’s my favorite place to be,
where would I like to go, what do I like to do,
what do I like the most, who do I like the most?
When do I strike my pose?
Are you close, are you close enough?
Do I let you close enough, should I let you close enough?
I’m all ear, I am near.
There’s no need for fears when I’m near.
Can you hear my voice, does it echo in your ear?
Does it make you feel fear?
Maybe I’m too near, maybe I shouldn’t be here.
Maybe I should disappear.
I’m the dagger through your heart,
I’m the knife in your back,
I’m the spear in your rear.
I’m the one person worse than your dad.
I’m worse than Chad, your highschool bully.
Boy, he was bad. That makes me really bad.
I’m problably the best lay you’ve ever had,
but still the worst girl you have shagged.
Sorry, I was born bad, in the back of a cab.
They never payed the tab or got tested in the lab.
I’m the knife in your back,
I’m the spear in your rear.
I’m the knife in your back,
I’m the spear in your rear.
Too bad for you.

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