cuming_into_my_secrets trixie I'm more than a chick A picture A number An ass A joke A lady An actor I'm more I'm more than you I'm even more than me The one you thought you got tonight So you fucked her huh? Later you'll sit in your hospital bed and smile that you got her first Tasted her secrets And took her Robber. Stealer. Jerk. I'm a whore right? Dirty little child. A virgin who shaves and hangs around bad things. Asking for it. I wanted it. I asked. You grabbed. I sat. I didn't know. Maybe I was Audrey and you were my God and for one second I forgot how I fought off all the others before you. Thanks man. No really, thanks. Love you, doll. No, love you. Don't call us we'll call you. You think I'm cute? Pretty? Hot? Weird? Or, no, "quirky" Low self esteem? Maybe the Gilda incarnate right? Those were you're words. Or a little Lucy, well she fucked Desi so leave her out. And Gilda fucked G.E. and Paul and Bill so get the fuck out. Leave Ellen, Rosie, Lilly, and Whoppi out, most lesbos get off easy. Carol right? Drugs and money. And don't even think about saying the love child of Kurt and Coutney, we know how that went down. And speaking of down John and Chris died in their own shit and the rest will die of their own egos. Steve then. Or Richard too and George. I got one word for you. MEN. The producers were fucking them, or doing lines off their nuts. Where the fuck am I? Oh that's right, in the back of 3D7H, between a limp dick and blue ball. What a wonderful profession! So I'm the whore now right, the easy fuck of 55th with the nice picture and now-that-you-mention-it smooth delivery and nice wit. I'm lovlier as an afterthought. I'm more than a chick in no bra and mascara. I'm more than one of them and of you and one of me Thanks for playing, but you lose Sorry No prize No nothing Not even a smile Or a dorky walk to the door Don't leave your money on the table Lemme give you some of mine When I own your block You filthy swine 030918 what's it to you? who go blather from