Ill-fitting red jeans and your
Old school's rubgy hoodie in
Which you screwed that dashing
Boy who drove a merc. Your

Lank blonde hair combed
Back into some kind of
Animals nest. I think it
Is funny how you tan your
Face and musk up that
Crotch, to hide that 'thing'

You got from that dashing
Boy who drove a merc. All
Dressed up for a night out on
Daddy's card - wait! Don't
Forget your diet pills.