DominoPivot's

The Wrong Song

A light summer blouse, a skirt below the thighs A pair of glasses and bright brown eyes An innocent air and a little girl’s drive If some looks can kill, hers can revive

A pair of checkered shoes and a shirt with plaid An unkempt beard that makes him look rad Irises of blues that haven’t played in a while His tired little grin has just a hint of guile

And yet…

People always try to keep appearances Better tell a lie than offend the masses They would rather die under false pretenses Time to say goodbye to this innocence

He might look tough but he’s only sixteen Because of his beard he never gets ID’d There is not a thing innocent about her He’s the prey and she’s the predator

She likes it doggy and tonight they’ll fuck Him tied up and the lady on top And although neighbors will be woken by the whimpers They’ll be too busy to call the cops

Why do you have to screw up every song They say, yet they sing along Everything you write is wrong They say, yet they sing along Why do you have to screw up every song They say, yet they sing along Everything you write is wrong They say, yet they sing along

She gets uneasy when she receives a compliment She averts her eyes to hide her embarrassment Dirty jokes she never seems to understand Or out of shyness perhaps she ignores them

She’s worried about being different So afraid of being found perverted That she’ll spend her life of harmless sin Hurting herself pretendin’

All that because…

People always try to keep appearances Better tell a lie than offend the masses They would rather die under false pretenses Time to say goodbye to this innocence

People get angry when they should be getting blushes Getting mad at me must be one of their fetishes You are not worthy of your pure and precious image If you’re so PC you won’t like the next passage

She resells her used underwear at high cost To people turned on by her little girl musk With the cash she’ll buy herself dildos and cuffs And a couple bottles to help swallow the loss

Of the family and friends she’d hug Were it not for the trench they have dug When they tried to beat her into love Like’s she’s some kind of a dirty rug

Yet they drag her to church and force her to pray To a god who won’t let her live in her own way And now we should just smile and stare in silence Because obviously we provoke intolerance?!

Fuck off!

Why do you have to screw up every song They say, yet they sing along Everything you write is wrong They say, yet they sing along I don’t try to screw up every song I say, I just play along Everything around is wrong I’m tired, so I sing along