I cleaned my sheets for you
You Bastard.
Had me making the bed
all nice,
changing the sheers to block
daylight from your eyes.
Even put the cotton panties down
for something more,
but you--You Bastard,
failed me again.
I guess that bed
doesn't fit anymore.
Too big for your britches now
You Bastard.
That touch don't make you
rush home,
and that perk in my breast
is too much for you to suck.
I always walk ahead of you
You Bastard.
Never put you the leader,
or get on the pill,
and wreck my body
for the chance
of your visit.
Better tuck yourself in,
and hold on tight to those panties
cause that'll be the last
silky drawers of mine that you'll see
from my bed
You Bastard.

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