We have been cool for a minute and now you got me pulling out my hair, another battle of the sexes, why do you want to take me there.
Why do we have to go through this? Let’s put this one on the shelf, but you don’t want to hear me so I walk away so you can argue with your damn self.
I dream of killing you slowly by putting a noose around your neck and just pull, then I think about that 25 to life and I can’t get down with that bull.
Instead of making love and connecting until the early light, it looks like it’s going to be a B.O.B and Vaseline kind of night.
Why do I let you get to me? I know that I’m better than this, let’s squash this fight and seal it with a kiss.
I raise my hands to the heavens and take direction from above, because if you have never considered homicide then you have never been in love.
*B.O.B battery operated boyfriend
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