I don't play well with the other kids.
They know that I'm dangerous.
It's evident I'm different; my punishment is imminent. They tell me that I'm no good. They say words. I've got a curse and I know that it's true.
But you -- you make me better! You give me pleasure! It's just your effect on me. You make me sweeter, you give me fever and I'm a believer.
I've had such a wicked time. Kissed the boys and made them cry, laughing while I wave goodbye. They'd still like another try.
Roger, Larry, d**k and Tom. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
If they knew who've I've become . . .
Taught me a lesson, now I'm behaving -- must be what's best for me.
Do you feel super high? I'm the new girl curled 'round your finger. I've taken your potion and now I'm senseless, defenseless, a fool.
The spell I'm under is you.
You're just what's come over me. You're who's gotten into me. You, who did this thing to me! I used to be so bad . . .
 dyejob · Thu Mar 27, 2008 @ 12:55am · 0 Comments |
