You like the ones who show their bones
and blow smoke in your direction.
Who sulkily listen to the Rolling Stones
while gazing at their reflection.
Girls who fuck with your heart and head
snorting lines in a seedy bar.
Their lips shimmer in Russian Red,
these girls glitter from afar.
You yearn to uncover their mystery
and tame their wanton ways.
These girls always have a complex history
their soul is a tortured maze.
You know these girls just hurt you
and leave you crying on the floor.
But even with what they put you through
you cannot help yourself craving more.
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