The Girl

I see you, girl, I know your kind.
You think you’re smart, but bear in mind,
I know your games, I’ve played this field,
You’ll try to win, but I won’t yield.

Now listen close, and listen well.
We are not friends, I’m not your pal,
I see right through your bright facade,
And trust me, girl, I’m on my guard.

Your envy shines through bright and green,
You’ll always try to come between.
You manipulate and plot and scheme,
But girl, I can play just as mean.

Controlling and possesive is your M.O
But you’re not that tough, girl, don’t you know.
You think you wear a golden crown,
But come at me, and I’ll take you down.

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