Richard

Richard, Richard, you brought this shit upon me, Now she won’t ever let me be. I feel like the fly in the web struggling to get free, confused, repentant and ready to flee.

You gave me the chance to practice my sin, you who treated her like some next dustbin. For me it was business as usual, no long thing, but now she fights to be my queen.

Lying in bed, I hear the BB ping, hoping its naive Tina, my heart starts to sing. My teeth, all 30 of them begin to shine like bling, Instead it’s you, black widow, asking for another fling.

Being with your girl made me feel like a Casanova, but the perverse high I got from it is now over. I wish I didn’t start this thing in the first place ever, because now she wants to be with me forever.

I ping her back to say “I’ve got class”, she replies me by saying “I’ve got good grass”. Babes i don’t mean to sound like an ass but I think on this one I’ll definitely pass.

It’s now Saturday the fourteenth, Valentine’s Day again Richard. It’s my anniversary of stealing the only fruit in your orchard, I feel so sad, so bad and so mad like a retard, I’m with her again and I just can’t get Mr. P hard. :)