I'm not the typical girl you'll meet at a bar.
Your tired lines won't get you very far. Your sideways smile and your outlandish claims, And the fact that, for now, you can remember my name. Your smile is average, but mine you haven't noticed. You're trying to settle a bet: who can get closest. Humorous, the fact that you haven't yet offered a drink, but you've grounds to take me home, you think. Lucky for you, you saved your money; I could easily drink you under the table, honey. With all your pretending I could have mistaken you as a girl; dressing up your Barbies then giving them a twirl. Went out with my friend and that's how I'll return, so I don't give a damn if you're the next bridge I burn. I have to give credit to my most favorite part, the fact that three girls just this month have ripped you apart. They used you for sex and you seemed oh, so torn, yet each of them to you were better than porn. So save me your stories or better yet your lies, or creatively maybe they're just alibis. For the girl you have waiting at home all alone, to have an option on demand for you to bone. So I bid you adieu and I bid you farewell, long before your crafted stories, scripted to tell. They say online it's just a booty call, but in reality is there any safe place to fall? So I go home alone, my bed's warmer that way and I'm glad I left you- not much more to say. Give it some time, another will fall for your spell, another has passed, this too I won't dwell.
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