Dirty Mouthed Girl

you wonder if you heard right.

She'd state it loud and clear, she ain't your mother child.

The games been running and she's been playing

She ain't your mate son.

You feel the confusion,

your act that was probably kind made into a wretched rag.

She'd get the attention,she ain't leaving until she scars you.

The size of your wallet  and colors of your bank cards

wouldn't spare you the details from her lips

she'd bit you black and blue.

you'd feel sorry for her

she'd make you truly sorry for the path you took today.

you begin to regret

cursing your faith for bringing this fate.

she might have been pretty but this ended urgly

she raised her finger in the air and is not a good sign.

waggling her hips, clapping her hands, twisting her mouth

the words ain't nice, not sparing a thing or situation.

you'd dig her beauty, her features tempting

her moves are calling but the she'd do the picking

she might be delightfully full of dangerous skills

so brace yourself as you approach

for she's just a dirty mouthed Girl