unrequited desire for perfection at play
I want pretty ones to play with!
And of course, they want me!
I am the image of perfection!
As you are blessed to see!
Only problem... is.. the...
FREAKS!!! creepin' round to me!
Odd shapes, peculiar personalities, different dynamics
Souls naked desires, inspiring me to know
Couple and climb, blissful, rising, high and low
shaking, crescendo, slide, flow!
Sometimes I'll treat them!
Mean and cruel
then cut them, get! out! go!
Manipulating bodies and minds,
until I'm bored or sick.
Naive, you keep coming back!
And falling for the same tired trick!
The pretty ones can't play with me
Cause if they ever do....
If the pretty people played with me,
We'd be freaks no better'n you!