Bootlicker

Skinny girl makes me anxious
Skinny love makes me tired
Bitty boy thinks he knows me but he doesn’t, though he tries
All around is a madhouse
And I'm a freak at your show
You sit down with a grimace as I lick up the dirt from the soles of your boots
Used and abused
I pretend like my life doesn’t depend on it

Sometimes I can’t listen to music
Cause I end up turning green
Bet you’d find that amusing
You always liked when I got mean
Oh I held my tongue and I was patient
It’s what a lady’s meant to do
Now I'm not sure if I should take it
Or if I can forgive you–
Put me through it
And even though I hate you, I feel like I blew it

Pretty boy makes me nervous
Never know what he’ll do
Tell him you’re with the circus
Watch him skin you like a fruit