"My Imagination Is A Whore"
I was by myself looking out through my window that headed out to a pretty view of Jacob's backyard. He was sitting on the pavement drinking some root beer with Shelly. She's so beautiful, i can see why he likes her. Yeah, I'll never be as pretty as her, though. I ducked my head a little so he couldn't see me in the window. If that was me next to him, i'd kiss him so hard. And if i could - I'd get a high enough ladder to the sky, and give him the stars. And when i gave a second look, he was alone. I could tell he was lonely, and i could tell she went home. And oh man, I wanted to throw him down in the dirt and say "come on baby, don't you wanna tear apart my shirt?" yeah, he'd just get ontop of me and put his hands on my knees. He'd just kiss my stomache and get a little lower to get a hold of the heat. But it's cold in here in my room. And the thought of his animosity turned my face looking sour. So i shut my shades when he went in, and i burried my face inside my pillow and cried for hours.
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