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Friday, May 02, 2008
Ladies, You Keep Asking Why He Likes You, How Come?
Lady, you keep asking
why he likes you
how come
Wonder why he wants more
if he just had some
Boys, she's got more to play
with in the way of toys
Ladies eyes go off and on
with a finger full of glue
Lips are drawn upon her face
in come-to-me tattoo
Creamy suntan color that
fades when she bathes
Paper dresses catch on fire &
you lose her in the haze
Don't ever change lady,
he likes you that way because
He just had his hair done and
he wants to use your wig
He's going off the drug thing
cause his veins are getting big
He wants to sell his paintings
but the market is slow
They're only paying him two grams
now for a one-man abstract show
Don't ever change people
even if you can
You are your own best toy to play
with remote control hands
Made for each other
made in Japan
Woman with a greasy heart
automatic man
Don't ever change people
your face will hit the fan
Don't ever change people
even if you can
Don't change before
the empire falls
You'll laugh so hard
you'll crack the walls
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