thought i'd make this short and sweet
thought you were the girl i'd like to meet
you opened your mouth and that was it
breath not fit i had to spit
and i knew you had no class
from the tattoo on your ass
really... roger rabbit?
somehow suspect you have a habit
it's the way you keep your house
the neglect you show your kids
you're nothing but a dirty louse
a girl who's hit the skids
you're a user
drug abuser
and a loser
quite the boozer
you scare me
you and your kind
trade it all for a glass of wine
the worst part is
you'll show your kids
little hopes if any
have a kid to babysit
while you sleep with many
you'll come home too drunk to care
stumble in, throw your underwear
hit the bed and hold your head
wishing you were dead
i hope that somehow
you get your wish
jump off the bridge
swim with the fish
you'd be better off
so would your kids
your'e just a girl
who's hit the skids