A pretty little strawberry blond
With bright blue eyes
Picture perfect in the magazine
You flip through at night
With her mini skirt and a halter top
Guaranteed to make boys think twice
About walking on, not flaunting what they got
A dozens roses in a pretty bouquet
Wrapped in cigarette papers and dollars
Like the smoke she exhales, she's blown away
When the town's dried up in squalor.
Rouge lipstick lips sing bittersweet lies
Made up fingertips burn your skin to the touch
A kiss goodnight, a whisper goodbye.
Drowning in a see of sensations, never enough
Author notes
Aha, I don't know what that was. Don't ask, just read.
I don't even really know what it means
I was listening to Calendar Girl by Stars,
A band my friend's girlfriend got me into.
name-so-my-pet-doesn't-DQ-me: purple conundrum :3
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