Posted on Feb 17, 2012


Tasteless she is
This girl called bliss
All her talk is foul
This girl of the town

The clothes she wears
Draw many stares
This her intention
To draw many a mention

For insecure is she
But she can’t yet see
Her mouth loud and coarse
Everything sounds forced

She slates her so called friends
Spilling secrets no end
Her personal life for all to see
People from her try to break free

She brags and brags
About everyone she’s had
Her mouth filthy and loud
She breaks the barrier sound

Embarrassed people are
The people in the bar
Oh shut up you tasteless girl
You make all wanna hurl

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