Daddys little girl
has grown up
daddys little girl
is no longer a straight board ,
she is curvy,
Daddys little girl ,
is not innocent ,
Daddys little girl ,
doesnt play ,
unless you like role play ,
Daddys little girl ,
now sits in a cloud of smoke ,
stoned out of her mind,
Daddys little girl ,
polishes off a 40 of whiskey ,
because to her ,
its not risky ,
Daddys little girl ,
wakes up stink tanked ,
in the back of some guys car ,
Daddys little girl ,
sheads a tear ,
Daddys little girl ,
is no longer here ,
- Author: kelseyroy ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2010 21:03
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
You make poetry great.
Thaanks:)
Nicely said...Wow!
strong poem babe 🙂
Thaanks 🙂
noo problemo
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