Don't even try and
cop that excuse that
you can't find your mess,
then turn around and lose mine
as if I'm fool enough to think
I'll get it back. . .

THEN you go an' take my necklace that my grandmama bought me when I graduated from nail school and, shoo-oo-oo-t,
without even the decency of
askin' me 'bout it, which is
why you stayed in the bathroom
so long, talkin' 'bout
"I'll be there in a minute"
then when you knock out the rhinestone
you try and super glue it in, tryin' to
tell me I must buy cheap stuff when I've
caught you in the game,
what the hell you tryin' to play me for???

oh yeah, I'm yo gyrl when
ya car is outta gas,
and your babydaddy check is late. . .
AGAIN. . .

then I just ask you to run me to
the store so I can pay the light bill
and you say you can't 'cause you can't leave the crib in the middle of your soaps cuz you tryin' to find out if
Theresa is turrrRYIN' to find out whether or not Luis and Sheridan are going to get back together again to rekindled their love,

well, all I got to say to you,
my so-called friend is
"you sure gots-a-lotsa nerve" and I truly wish you'd have the guts to ask me to loan you my stuff again evah!

(Two snaps UP
on the backhand side. . . )



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