Fuck You

So I thought we were friends
Til that tattoo on your skin was uncovered
And I was able to make out the word, "lover"
Then I thought we were lovers
Til I had the realization
That was MY imagination
Hey there Teacher...
Where's that chalkboard at
For tonight's feature
I'd like to show you some math
See I rememeber 1+1 being 2
But that's not the way when the math is with you
In your book, that equation always equals one
Cause in essense that's how many of us have fun


Sex with you is worse lately than sex alone
I can appreciate the term "bitch" but my mouth doesn't want that bone
Cause too many times you've gotten blown
But enough Zoology, lets get back to math
No matter what we add the end results the same
Cause add up all our sex and one is the number of times I came
I have a pair of jeans that are tight enough to make me cunny quiver
Yet, you, the sexual cod liver oil.
sex with you is like watching water boil

I've decided I can't do this anymore
Cause I can't wait for you to decide that I can score
And I'm not your whore- never will be again
And I won't mistake "lust-filled-dog" for "lover" or "friend"
But I can't do it - can't fuck you one more time
To err that way again would be a crime.
or crazy even... put my ass away for that shit
In a padded room- strapped into a straight-jacket

1998