September 21, 2012

Naive boy

I prayed to the good lawd to send me a boy
the good lawd, he sent me, sent me an 18 year old toy
now no matter what I do I can't get rid of this kid
he's stuck to me like glue

I'm not your mommy
I'm not your daddy
I'm not your saving grace

Now I, I think he wants to say "I love you"
and I don't want to hurt him but I'm sure he's quite a fool
he could be anything to anyone
though to me he's only a tool

I'm not your angel
I'm not your savior
I'm not your lackluster kiss

You were good for a few,
and, and we've even had a bit of fun too
but I don't really see myself at all in you
and I don't know what you see in me so I think we should let it be

I'm not your "baby"
I'm not your game
I'm not your fate

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