I've been biding my time, been so subtly kind,
I've got to think so selfishly,
'coz you're the face inside of me.
I've been biding my days,
you see, evidently it pays,
I've been a friend, with unbiased views,
and then secretly lust after you
So now you feel lusty, you're bored and bemused
You wanna do someone else,
so you should be by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly
Trying hard to think pure, bloody hard when I'm raw,
you're talking out so sexually,
About boys and girls and your freakin' dreams.
So now you feel lusty, you're hot and confused.
You wanna do someone else,
so you should be by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly
So now you've been busted,
you're caught feeling used.
You had to do someone else,
you should have been by yourself,
instead of here with me, secretly.
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Sometimes, life should be like Cruel Intentions. All for pleasure and stimulation, and emotion can be the spicy condiment.
Expectations are not for the cynical.
As the mind-f*ck continues...
Didn't think that it could be possible, but I'm even more confused than before. Huh?
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Prom last night was great. Except that Haley's homophobic parents didn't appreciate the red lipstick I was wearing.
Half of the people there thought I was pretty. The other half wondered why the hell I wasn't working at La Cage.
And the dance floor was so small that everyone was crowded upon everyone else. Fun.
Haley and I took breathers by the pool while she complained about her long dress and I about boys who call at inconvenient times and another boy with her name.
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