Girlfriend
So, you’ve got a girlfriend, what do I care?
So, there’s a lady for whom you are the gentleman, what’s it to me?
So, she receives your praise and attention, she also gets your moods and your stupidity
And so what?
So, I invested my time and energy, and what fun Ill have using it now for myself
So, you provided me with inane childish diversions sometimes, ill find someone who will talk of Sartre and Aristotle
So, your clammy hand would grasp mine sometimes in the street, I’ve just painted my nails a bright and sexy red colour and if we were to hold hands they may smudge
But what now?
What if I want inane, moody stupidity and a clammy hand to hold mine?
For now, I’ll just go out with a short skirt on, do some shots of tequila until you break up or I find someone new
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