jueves, 13 de enero de 2011

Better than revenge.

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and I had it all; I had him right there where I wanted him. She came along, got him along, and let's hear the applause.
I never saw it coming, nor did I suspected it. I underestimated just who I was dealing with. She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum, she underestimated just who she was stealing from.
She thinks I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things. But sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know. Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go. They didn't teach you that in prep school so it's up to me, but no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity.
I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey, you might have him, but haven't you heard?  I always get the last word.
She's not a saint and she's not what you think, she's an actress. She's better known for the things that she does on the mattress.
Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make her many friends. She should keep in mind, there is nothing I do better than revenge.
And do you still feel like you know what you're doing? 'Cause I don't think you do.
Let's hear the applause. She took him faster than you can say sabotage.


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