You spelled yours wrong. Or is that a tear drop for me? I like to believe that I'm the only squash you write while stationed away, but Orenthal, I'm not a little girl. I'm not blind. I'm not going to lie though.
- Nah?
No, Orenthal. I miss you. You're hard to forget. Your rapping is like water for me. I need it to breathe. Is this doing wonders for you? I hope so. I know how heart broken you were when they framed you and gave Charles William Edwards credit for all your songs. How bout this, baby: Cause when it hits my chest, it gots to be hot. Remind you of our good old days? When you would take me on tour with you? I remember how excited you would get before every show, and what I'd hear you doing in the bathroom before a gig—your easy stomach. It was gross, but I still loved you. And I'd get so happy to hear you then dropping them bombs on stage. I know you were cheating on Alisha with me at the time, you fancy pervert, but I couldn't help myself. Orenthal, I'm not that girl anymore. I won't have it. So if you want me, you better have me, and only me.
Your's
Gloria
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