You slaughtered the red robin on the road,
It flew for a second only to explode.
Its guts sprawled out for all men to see,
You held me high, feed me lies, I your trophy.
I was so caught up and thrilled with the obsessions
Living in every moment became my addiction.
I said yes, yes, yes, lets do it again, more for me
And you had to make virgin Mary happy.
I controlled you with my innocence and my lies
I whipped you around, shouted and cried
Lish, wish, take a second or two,
Review that what you learned is what I was brought up to do.
I come form the US, you can’t understand,
Love is freer than a breath of fresh air.
You thought I was stupid, a foolish young soul
Little did you know who was in control.
I made you act in a timeless lovers game,
Had you in my grip with my haunting serenade.
Feeding you silly with an American dream.
Sorry love, but sexism is mean.
If only thinking were enough...
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