CASHMERE COLOGNE

White vinaigrette
Hell, while you're at it
You might as well give me a damn

Cigarette
Douse me in scotch
That the catholic pope blessed

You
You (downed)
Downed raspberry vodka
You stole from your mama
You
You
You may be right
But I'll spice it up with spite

No I won't come
To your stupid tea party for 1
No I won't show up
With some bottled up cashmere cologne

Birthday candles in red
Blow them out inhale them in
Damn she
Treated you with mad respect
But did you
No you didn't!
What a hypocrite

You
Sorry didn't mean to
You
Hurt you but you might've
Worn a pink party dress
To your own funeral
You
Sorry didn't mean to
You
Hurt you but I might
Tear up a eulogy
For your own death

No I won't come
To your stupid tea party for 1
No I won't show up
With some bottled up cashmere cologne

No I won't come
To your 17th birthday or some
No I won't show up
With a gift in my hand for a nun



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Writer(s): "gabriella Evangelista, Nick Belvis"
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