Monday, November 9, 2009

the teen queen scene.

there’s a girl i often see
in the mirror looking at me
she doesn’t bruise, pretends to smile
she’s in that picture if you look for a while

i think that girl needs an anthem
so here i sit with my pen
writing a rhyme with no ransom
just words that need to be said

put your hands in his pockets
grab his strings, make your puppet dance
cause love is addiction, like nicotine lockets
he only cares that you gave him a chance
but swear that you love him more
kiss him too hard and slip off your jeans
let the lies reveal the whore
cause that’s just how we kick it on the
teen queen scene

when i close my eyes, he could be you
this Lolita was once the used
but i’m locking my heart
and losing the key
blink a few times to forget what you see
and how is it that i’ve become
what i hate, just to be numb?

i love you, you’re perfect, now change
out of your clothes for me
to crashed car windows and diamond rings
i know, it’s not what you’re used to,
but either way, how can he lose?
can’t help but think of what was said
your kissed are calculated
just don’t forget the tax, dear

put your hands in his pockets
grab his strings, make your puppet dance
cause love is addiction, like nicotine lockets
he only cares that you gave him a chance
but swear that you love him more
kiss him too hard and slip off your jeans
let the lies reveal the whore
cause that’s just how we kick it on the
teen queen scene

rosebud cheeks and bitten lips
just close your eyes and twist your hips
convince yourself of love at first sight
if not, then at least love for one night
oh yeah, just put your hands in his pockets
grab his strings and make him dance
love’s your addiction, like nicotine lockets
he’s just so glad that you gave him a chance
and just hold his hand, then lock the door
kiss him too hard and slip off his jeans
you’ve never left one wanting more
cause that’s just how we kick it on the
teen queen scene

i love you, you’re perfect, now leave!

put your hands in his pockets
grab his strings, make your puppet dance
cause love is addiction, like nicotine lockets
he only cares that you gave him a chance
but swear that you love him more
kiss him too hard and slip off your jeans
let the lies reveal the whore
cause that’s just how we kick it on the
teen queen scene

yes, on the teen. queen. scene.

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