Thank god Im pretty. The occasional free drink I never asked for. The occasional admission to a seedy little bar, invitation to a strangers car. Im blessed with the ability to rend a grown man tongue tied. Which only means that when its dark outside I have to run and hide... cant look behind me... thank god Im pretty. hnk god Im pretty. Every skill Ill ever have will be in question. Every ill that I must suffer merely brought on y myself...though the cops would come for someone else... oh, and when a gaggle of faces appears around me its lucky I hate to be taken seriously.. I think my ego would fall right throughte cracks in the floor if I couldnt count on men to slap my ass anymore... thank god... oh lord, thank you.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 08:03:18 +0000
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