Black Litmus - Tomfoolery Pt. 1

A whole day lost no
Her set of features make it hard for gents to slow up
To the point they glow to cover up the noses running
For the bleaches coming near the sight
It ain't no secret
The prude men sulking over what they intend to fuck
It's a sign for you to split up with her, constant lollygagging
Excuse for wet shirt Tuesday night

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Realize that she wasn't fully made for appointment
She'd put a sock in it

What if all I said is true?
Would you stand for more or even try?
Thinking everything for you isn't brave for sure you think it's nice
Trying to change at last is a picture full of broken glass
And if I bled for you, would the people know to feel at last?
Now something's working and I want to believe it should
It's not reciprocating magic tricks it's just impressions of you

No time for crying at the scene
With the lovely frenchies on the tiger screens
A cent for every guy she's seen
Try paying for the silver sheen it's not exactly clean
Say fuck no to her routine
So down the chute not worth the labor only right to fight the neighbors

Written by:
Jack Benedict

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