You’re such a tease
You dress up nicely
Wrapped in pretty things

You whore
You filthy, greasy whore
sitting, turning
your little strut
your little dance

I hate you
I love you
I want you inside me
now

Tear away the crisping sleeve
Slide onto my plate
Now it’s just you and me

Tags: hot pocket, microwave

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