By bugsy bmk24@aol.com
Date: 25 February 2001
i got them blues again
i know this feeling like diarria
i know this feeling like malaria
i know this like a venumus snake bite
i feel this like a hangover from a miller lite nite
its just them blues again
another woman long gone
i feel used
like a kleenex
snotty and useless
your snottiness crumpled me into a little ball of mush
god help you for being so cruel
god help me for being so nieve
i actually beleived you meant it when you told me that
i was the best lover you had ever had
the best listener
the best bumper and grinder
the best massager
oh, yeah right
i think what you meant to say was that you loved the money
i threw around everytime you crooked your finger
i think what you actually meant was that i was a dummy doll
you thought you were showing off on my arm
well, at least you had someone
someone to take you to the show
someone to eat steak and lobster with
someone to go to the carnival with
someone to win you big stuffed dogs with their tungs hanging out
this someone won't answer the phone anymore
have your barbie doll fun with mike and chad and lance and
trey and spencer and travis and mitch
they look like your favorite magazine centerfolds
they know all the slang
they know where to hang
so have fun with the gang
enjoy your popularity
miss cherry popsicle
miss champion of the shallow
i guess i'll wallow in this blue waste of morose
i'll listen to sad songs
and ignore my phone when it rings
don't worry i won't kill myself or swing the other way
you weren't that good
you were only good enough
to almost ruin me
but almost doesn't count
not in nebraska
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