asshole
bY Emma Johnson
12th gr.
8-26-99.1
LYRICS
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Roses
are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
And then there’s
you.
You seemed so nice when I
met you,
But now I want to forget
you.
When I met you you seemed
good-natured and kind.
But now I believe that I
was out of my mind.
Now I know:
Now I know:
You’re an asshole —
a motherfucking prick.
I’d find great pleasure in
sticking
an ice-pick up your dick.
The way you carry yourself
is merely a cover
for your deceptive lies.
All I see is my reflection
In your wary eyes.
Many people think
that you are nice.
But they don’t know the
real you yet.
But soon they’ll be haunted
by memories of you
they’ll try hard to
forget.
Soon they’ll know:
You’re an asshole —
a motherfucking prick.
I’d find great pleasure in
sticking
an ice-pick up your dick.
The way you carry yourself
is merely a cover
for your deceptive lies.
All I see is my reflection
In your wary eyes.
I wish you wouldn’t
talk to me,
but that’s nothing I can
control.
I haven’t seen you for
a couple of days,
but it’s too soon to say
that I’m on a role.
Just one question, why is
making me
miserable your goal?
Oh, wait, I can answer
that myself:
It’s because you’re an
asshole.
You’re an asshole —
a motherfucking prick.
I’d find great pleasure in
sticking
an ice-pick up your dick.
The way you carry yourself
is merely a cover
for your deceptive lies.
All
I see is my reflection
In your wary eyes.
Everytime I talk to you
a part of myself dies.
Everytime I talk to you
a part of my soul cries.
Do you realize
what you’ve done?
All thoughts end
before they’ve begun.
Now, how will I end
what I’ve already sung?
A part of my soul died
and I began to run.
Everytime I talk to you
a part of myself cries.
Everytime I talk to you
a part of my soul dies.
I tried to change this
reoccurring event,
but you will never
compromise.
I know it’s
wrong
to think I’m better
than you.
But if you
were me
You’d think the
same thing too.
You’re an asshole —
a motherfucking prick.
I’d
find great pleasure in sticking
an ice-pick up your dick.
The way you carry yourself
is merely a cover
for your deceptive lies.
All I see is my reflection
In your wary eyes.
Screwdrivers: The perfect
candidate for
“you are what you eat.”
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