by SN Bynoe

Created on: December 19, 2009

                                                                                 Trash

                                                                                      ( For those who learn the hard way).

Talk and Tramp until you choke

Drink and smoke until you're broke

Flaunt and flirt with old men

Know that there's always room for ten

Dance until you lose your leg

Shake that butt until it breaks

The hotter the mood the shorter the dress

The more that you're used you look like a mess

Fight argue and turn on a friend

With you the cat fights never end

The hotter the mood the shorter the dress

The more that you're used you look like a mess

All of those guys you think are true

The truth is they don't care 'bout you

The hotter the mood the shorter the dress

The more that you're used you look like a mess

 There are no more parties nor running wild

When she becomes a mother to some bastard child

Confined at home like trash in a can

With troubles that only god can understand.

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