your five minutes are up
he
listen i'm giving you all kinds of escape hatches
all the doors open, just step in and see what's up
so she drives up in this faded honda civic some color
between oil spot and bruise, dent in the driver's front quarter
panel, i'm a car person you can tell a lot about people
from their cars, that's why i like to sell them, makes me
feel good to get someone driving a sweet deal . it's frankly
scummy inside, i wish i had some alcohol to wipe it down
but i'm inside with my six pack of mike's hard cuz she said
she likes mikes hard,but i mean i \
recognise her from her pix but somehow in 3d she's
less than ideal or even head turning. it's the same woman tho
so maybe it's the car, i like my things in their place
and this car is a pigsty. plus up close she really
looks fifty i don't wanna say old but she could get some
work done , dye her hair, do her nails, and i can see
why she hired a personal trainer but she's got a way to go yet
and i just don't want to spend my time waiting around for
that. so she asks and i say well you can stay and party
but i'm walking home tonight. she takes a swig of the mikes
shakes her head, and puts it back into the six pack
and walks away, nodding, says, ok, thanks for the papers.
she
i don't think that was even five
seconds she thinks on the drive home
taurus horns in the clouds
all purply and pink, sun eye blazing
like rut gone postal
it was like, as soon as he got
in the car. he made up his mind
that fast. i could have asked him
why but i don't really care. if it's not
there, it's not there. i know my pix
are accurate with the right people.
excuses excuses monkey girl.
he had the look of a trapped man
and the breath of a boozer.
if it was some game i was sposed to play
no thanks. and if it was anything else
i'm not gonna change it for him.
or any man. see. i could play the saviour
or the hot pink therapist, but the masks
are so fragile, held on with string and spit
and anyway, ugh. all i wonder is
was i sposed to try to get him to want me?
and why would i do that again?
listen i'm giving you all kinds of escape hatches
all the doors open, just step in and see what's up
so she drives up in this faded honda civic some color
between oil spot and bruise, dent in the driver's front quarter
panel, i'm a car person you can tell a lot about people
from their cars, that's why i like to sell them, makes me
feel good to get someone driving a sweet deal . it's frankly
scummy inside, i wish i had some alcohol to wipe it down
but i'm inside with my six pack of mike's hard cuz she said
she likes mikes hard,but i mean i \
recognise her from her pix but somehow in 3d she's
less than ideal or even head turning. it's the same woman tho
so maybe it's the car, i like my things in their place
and this car is a pigsty. plus up close she really
looks fifty i don't wanna say old but she could get some
work done , dye her hair, do her nails, and i can see
why she hired a personal trainer but she's got a way to go yet
and i just don't want to spend my time waiting around for
that. so she asks and i say well you can stay and party
but i'm walking home tonight. she takes a swig of the mikes
shakes her head, and puts it back into the six pack
and walks away, nodding, says, ok, thanks for the papers.
she
i don't think that was even five
seconds she thinks on the drive home
taurus horns in the clouds
all purply and pink, sun eye blazing
like rut gone postal
it was like, as soon as he got
in the car. he made up his mind
that fast. i could have asked him
why but i don't really care. if it's not
there, it's not there. i know my pix
are accurate with the right people.
excuses excuses monkey girl.
he had the look of a trapped man
and the breath of a boozer.
if it was some game i was sposed to play
no thanks. and if it was anything else
i'm not gonna change it for him.
or any man. see. i could play the saviour
or the hot pink therapist, but the masks
are so fragile, held on with string and spit
and anyway, ugh. all i wonder is
was i sposed to try to get him to want me?
and why would i do that again?
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