Red Rover

So What? 

Am I not good enough for you? 

When nights like these are filled with drinking and friends

You can be found in the closet bending a girl over? 

And with each thrust grabbing her curves and saying


"Your so fucking sexy" .

The drunken nights that you won’t remember in the morning

And when you leave before I wake up the only thing I have to remember is each thrust. 

Like the childhood game we all used to play 

Red Rover Red Rover Why Wont You Come Over?

Why won’t you come over?

Why won’t you  bend me over?  

Is it because I’m sober? 

Is it because in the morning you’d wish you hadn’t come over? 


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