Baby Got Back Talk - Thanks for the Angst

She's driving me to wit's end
Testing my conviction
Baiting me to make my move

Reason beckons for an instant
I reckon I should listen
'Cause I've got so much left to prove

Ineptitude
I'm blessed not to exude
But there's a special place in hell
For all us selfish prudes

Whether I end up
With lipstick or egg upon my face
It's always a send up of chick flicks
I've seen but cannot place
I'm not getting bent up, conflicted
Or twisted out of shape
In the end, the edge is straight

Ineptitude
I'm blessed not to exude
But there's a special place in hell
For all us selfish prudes

Whether I end up
With lipstick or egg upon my face
It's always a send up of chick flicks
I've seen but cannot place
I'm not getting bent up, conflicted
Or twisted out of shape
In the end, the edge is straight

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Baby Got Back Talk

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