he played the part of a princess,
As he dressed himself up in his Sunday best.....
Ready to tackle whatever may come his way.
She wore black gloves,
Painted her face,
Wore red lickstick....
(Savored the taste)
He strapped on his black boots,
Put a plastic bag in his back seat.....
She yelled out, love me!
Or relax 6 feet...
He screamed, he's in love!
She told him he was telln storys!
He got down on bended knee,
Bent her head back kissed her softy,
She grabbed his head pushed him away...........
Said nobody not nobody is worthy of my love today!
He yelled bipolor!!!!!!!
As she unlocked her Safe!
He grabbed a knife while she cocked her 38.....
He dropes to his knees.......
Shots fire silents became the loudest sound of reality.
He Wore blood to his church road off In a black casket.
As she ran away
An disapeared in a black mask.
It took 5 mins for her to realize that her love was as bipolor as it gets.....
One day she was in love, an then came the next.
All she needed was medicine when all she thought she needed was a good man.
But instead she took his life and moved on to the next Ken!
She played the part of a princess
And left him dressed in his Sundays best rip good men!
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