Sweet talk will work til he finds out How bad it rots out your teeth Until he takes a bite of your cake All plastic and fake, and spoiled underneath
Stick figure: "Man With No Backbone" Your brand new favorite toy You'll teach but he'll never learn You scream, he squirms And that brings you joy untold
Never grows old Never gives out Never goes by Joy, you'll never hold Don't even try Cause it'll change with the seasons And you'll be the reason why
Your halo is held on with duct tape, thumb tacks, luck and gravity Your wings are tattered to match You're easy to catch But harder to keep like joy
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You say everything that he wants to hear Shiny, empty, vapid and insincere You take every liberty you can see Til he's only left with the urge to flee And he slips right through your grip and runs just like joy