yes i\'m hurt,
no you don\'t care,
you were such a flirt,
a real care bear,
like a sweet dessert,
you bought me my favorite sweatshirt,
i thought losing you would be a nightmare,
i was never on alert,
then you put you hand up my skirt,
then one day it came in a blurt,
to my mom, i came out with the dirt,
getting out became my prayer.