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I felt a bitt mad and jealous and here we are!
This sing doesen't really have a name, I just came up with something now...

Bitch

I may not have much pride,
or money on the side.
Everyone think you're so perfect and shy,
but they don't know you're bitchi and lie.
You're so fake that it makes me sick,
just shut up and suck a dick!
It could be good for you,
and don't pretend it's new.
Even if nobody does,
I wount make a fuss.
I know you're a slut,
you just hide behind the rumours alot.
But I see right through you,
so what are you going to do?
I could tell everyone know,
But i would never go so low.
I'm better than that, it's not my stile,
still you could probabli have your own file.
When you're gossiping me,
think of what you'll be.
Think of what I saw,
It was against the law.
Don't talk shit about me,
don't you see.
We're alot the same,
but I don't have anyone to blame.
Everybody think you're good and I'm mean,
And I realise that that's how it must seem.
I hope I'll wake up and it's just a bad dream.
I'm good, and you're bad,
but nobody belives me,
that makes me mad
and a little sad

Words by Cola666
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Written on 2006-10-18 at 19:13