3rd March

3rd March

Evident that I am resisting being who I think I have become !

I wanna be a baddie

and do some evil deeds
I'd ride into your quiet town
And satisfy my needs

 

My horse a great big stallion

A panting, sweating beast
My legs would clench around his back
As we thrust our journey east

 

Just look into my eyes now

And fix upon my glare
Don't bother with your tears and fears
I really honestly don't care

 

I'm fed up being nice now

I think it would be more fun
To scare you into reacting
Look I've got a gun

It sits upon my hips

And dangles down my thigh
And when I see you coming
I raise it up real high

 

You thought I was the goodie

You so needed it to be true
But really I'm the baddie
And now I'm killing you